Coffee and Dreams by Ann Christine Tabaka

Day filled with coffee and
dreams, sour notes of songs
unsung. Eyes weep not for
lack of want. Towering passions
beyond deprived means.
Another day, same as the rest,
lingers on past the due date,
waiting for pangs of deliverance.
Duty paid, the ransom dear,
hours float by on a whisper.
Turnstile coins collect dust
on windowsills of desire.
Hands held high in surrender.
Coffee now cold and stale,
forgotten dreams fade.


©2018 Ann Christine Tabaka



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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. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos; Pangolin Review, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Mused, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review; Fourth & Sycamore.


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