Between the Lines
Between the lines
is where the truth resides.
Beware - of unspoken words
that lurk beneath the storm.
Ever churning masses of deceit.
There is nothing new this side of life.
Love & Hate wage unending war.
Broken-hearted / peace cries out.
Thunder & lightning clash above,
each desiring dominance. Reality is
fleeting / it is smoke.
Fingers - walk across pages of time.
Light – filters through crevices of the past.
Songs – trickle down betwixt forgotten desires.
The truth struggles to survive,
and silent rooms close their doors.
Empty Words
We tell what we know.
We write what we feel.
We expose who we are.
Bare bones / dry to the touch.
A chronicle with no beginning /no end.
Many write a kindred story,
but all use different words.
Different circumstance & structure
pave the way.
Every day another word.
Every week a line.
Stanza by stanza months fly by,
and still there is no poem.
The book is done / writing complete,
but hunger ensues.
My words are left without a home
Going in the Out
You’ll never get over the under,
or around the above & below.
There is no way out of the in,
or through the in-between.
Tangled visions of imaginary thought,
creep in to our every waking moment.
Eye blinks abound with
cautionary visions of dread.
Arms of night wrap around emotions,
swept under a rug of regret.
Walls of indecision block our path.
Worry & care guard our every movement.
A trail of confusion leads us into the woods
of unfocused desires. We try to walk away.
There is no exit path. Up and down,
all around, life feigns to go in circles.
We cannot go in the out, or up the down,
Website: https://annchristinetabaka.com/
No comments:
Post a Comment