Poetry by Ann Christine Tabaka: March Into the Future and On the Shelf

March into the Future

She left empty handed

No suitcase

No check book

No regrets

 

She left behind a lifetime of suffering

and opened herself up to a new world

No more bloody altercations

No more bruises that reached down

deeper that their physical pain

Now if she could put the past far

enough behind as well

 

She feared the memories would haunt her

but she persisted

she needed to persist

despite the old ghosts that clung on so tight

 

Her first breath of fresh air in more years

than she could recall

Thunder rumbled off in the distance

as she pulled her shoulders back

stood tall and marched into the future

 

On the Shelf

I sit here and wait

for someone to come along,

and snatch me up.

 

like free goodies to sample

at a grocery store display.

The tasty tempting morsels

 

that everybody wants to try.

Who will grab this delectable

treat and claim me for their own?

 

I’ve sat on the shelf for far too

long and fear that I may grow stale,

forgotten and out of date,

 

pushed to the back of the stacks.

So, won’t you please come

and get me while I last?

 

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, and 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.

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