Fragments of dreams
scattered among the ruins
of once lofty ambitions,
buried along with lost loves
and white lace promises
Standing tall against
the crumbling visions.
Whispers of gargoyles
devouring drowned hope
Gray smoke rising
to signal hapless souls,
like so many cold dead fires
gasping for air
Over and over again
we try to become
what we can never be.
Dashed on the rocks of futility
Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.
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