Submitted by Ann Christine Tabaka
Which way to turn from here?
To run free and wild.
To live without a care.
You left so many years ago.
I lost count of the time.
The emptiness that fills me now
is in the shape of you.
Open spaces call to me,
to leave abandon behind.
The sun my only lover.
The wind my constant friend.
Soft green grass beneath my feet.
A journey with no end.
About the Poet
Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review; Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.
Painting: A Misty Morning – Charles James
This is gorgeous. The essence of a lost love lingers so much that it prevents us from loving anyone else so we give ourselves to nature.
I so love the imagery in this very poignant poem.