Reaching for
Dawn
The shades of dawn
falling like colorful feathers
plucked from the sky.
Sorrow, a distant friend with
sodden shoulder and sturdy
pose, no longer needed.
In hand, a timetable of
misbegotten deeds, to be
dispersed to the four winds.
The song was sung long ago.
The echo still remains, of
voices faint and far off.
I do not know the words.
Climbing the mountain,
altitude unknown, oxygen
thin as a noon shadow.
The pinnacle appears.
Breathing in the clouds,
focus begins to dim.
Past fading into the future, as
the dawn now turns pure gold.
The summit is within reach.
Ann Christine Tabaka
Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017
Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA. She is a published
poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her
husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page &
Spine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger
Fish Critical Review; Foliate Oak Review, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine,
RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The
Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Advaitam Speaks Literary Journal, Ann Arbor
Review.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon
request)
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