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Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka

 

Old Photographs

Trapped beneath a curtain
of crepuscular remembrances,
an eerie sensation – looking
back on old photographs.

A black and white specter
of a life I no longer recognize,
touched with shades of gray.

Vacant eyes staring back
at me from an inaccessible
realm. A world long forgotten.

Wrangled images – a lamentable
parenthesis of my existence.
Ephemeral emotions overwhelm,
then enact acedia.

A deep breath exhales. I wipe
my memories clean. Then,
once more remove all
evidence of my past life.

Box closed.
Drawer shut.
Life continues…

 

Ann Christine Tabaka lives in Delaware. 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 The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, Indiana Voice Journal, Halcyon Days Magazine, The Society of Classical Poets, and BSU’s Celestial Musings Anthology.

Ira Joel Haber was born and lives in Brooklyn. He is a sculptor, painter, writer, book dealer,photographer and teacher. His work has been seen in numerous group shows both in the USA and Europe and he has had 9 one man shows including several retrospectives of his sculpture. His work is in the collections of The Whitney Museum Of American Art, New York University, The Guggenheim Museum, The Hirshhorn Museum,The Albright-Knox Art Gallery & The Allen Memorial Art Museum. Since 2006 His paintings, drawings, photographs and collages have been published in over 230 on line and print magazines. He has received three National Endowment for the Arts Fellowships, two Pollock-Krasner grants, the Adolph Gottlieb Foundation grant and, in 2010, he received a grant from Artists’ Fellowship Inc. He currently teaches art to retired public school teachers at The United Federation of Teachers program in Brooklyn.

 

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17 thoughts on “Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka

  1. Nice work, the texture and gray tones really come through vividly!

    Also I learned a new word – crepuscular.

    Dave Somerset

    1. Thank you so much Dave. I appreciate your commenting. It means a lot to me!
      Christine

    1. Thank you so very much for your comment!

  2. Excellent work! Congratulations to the poetess

    1. Thank you so much Sofia. I am grateful for your kind words.

  3. Superb work from a rightfully nominated Pushcart Prize for Poetry.

    1. I am most grateful for you your kind words of support Mark. Thank you!

  4. Lovely, haunting poetry! I enjoyed reading it immensely! Love how it sort of sits with you, even after you’ve finished reading it. 🙂

    1. So kind of you to say H.D. I thank you for your comment and praise.

  5. Very nice 😁

    1. Thank you so much K K .

  6. Reblogged this on The Salamander Chronicles – Don Beukes and commented:
    Christine Tabaka…

    1. Thank you so much Don. Much appreciated!

    2. Thank you so much Don. Much appreciated.

  7. I think this and other poems deserve at least a facebook page…quick to set up and it will all be in one space📚 Excellent poem Christine!

    1. Thank you Don. I am not sure how that is done.

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