By Ann Christine Tabaka
Painted sails in the wind, trailing
colorful dreams in their wake.
Rings around the sun. Sights
of the imagination singing
back to me in a soft voice.
Brisk salt breeze ripping
through my damp hair. The
scent of brine filling my head.
Sand crusted limbs. Sun burnt
toes. Sound of gulls overhead.
Off in the distance the shoreline
vanishes into rows of dune grass,
as billowy clouds float by.
Visual …
Tactile …
Aural …
Odiferous …
Multidimensional facets
stimulating the senses, as
painted sails glide by.
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Ann Christine Tabaka lives in Delaware, USA. 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.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
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