Whispered Tones – Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka

Poetry by Ann Christine Tabaka

Do not speak to me
in whispered tones.
I wish to hear a clear
loud ringing of the bell.
No hushed words
to hide a truth that does not exist.
The past does not preside,
except in one’s own mind.
We hide so well within ourselves,
gambling trusted memories.
Circumstances do not allow
the reliving of lost lives.
I want to shout to the mountains.
I want to sing to the seas.
A conversation that opens up
the wounds of all who bleed.
It is time to confront the beast.
It is time to tell the story.
We can no longer conceal,
what we cannot convey.
Do not speak to me
in whispered tones.
Veracity is at hand.


About the Poet

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books.  Christine lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Burningword Literary Journal; Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.

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