I search no more for words of truth,
as my words died today.
Buried beneath weary feet,
that have trod too many miles.
Missives all beaten to dust,
are scattered far and wide.
Settled on the path of indifference,
devoured by voracious wolves.
What is in an appellation,
call me what you will.
I am the opposite of myself,
a contradiction of terms.
A hundred times I tried,
and a hundred times I failed.
The waywardness of effort
to be pondered at its worth.
Now shame hides behind a veil
as I struggle with my fate.
My words no longer carry truth,
for I have been undone.
© Ann Christine Tabaka
Excerpt form the book Words Spill Out
Words Spill Out by Ann Christine Tabaka
In this, her eighth book, “Words Spill Out,” Ann Christine Tabaka has created a montage with her poetic works; expansive in its varied, yet beautiful content. The poet takes us on her journey of captured memories, experiences, and emotions.
- Price above includes shipping and is available for USA shipments only.
- Also available at Amazon.com
- Please use Amazon for all International orders outside the USA.
Did you know that by purchasing direct from the publisher the author receives the highest royalty rate? Support Indie Authors and Publishers by purchasing straight from the source, use the PayPal button above. Thank you.
Ann Christine Tabaka was born in Wilmington Delaware and has lived in Delaware most of her life. She loves nature and surrounds herself with gardens and woods. She is also an avid cook and loves to create her own recipes.
Christine started out as a visual arts major in college, specializing in ink illustrations, stylized watercolor paintings, and fiber art. She became an organic chemist by profession, and then a personal trainer when she retired from chemistry after 31 years in the lab. She wrote her first poem at the age of 14 for a High School Literary Journal. Christine always kept a hand written journal of rhymes and musings. All throughout her life she continued to write about what she knew, and saw, and felt. Once the floodgates were open, the words would not stop.