Hurricane
An eerie glow pervades the sky
The eastern gale rushes in
Racing over the bow
Carrying with it the songs of lost sailors at sea
Memories of ancient voices
Echoes of the forgotten past
Ghost ships laid quiet by time
Drift amid their once vibrant stories
Seagulls circle overhead
Crying out their warning
To all who will listen and heed
Waves crash on rocky shorelines
The light keeper climbs the spiral stairs
Setting the beacon
At once, Mother Nature wails
All hell breaks loose
Her Unbridled Spirit
Gypsy blood flows in her veins
there is fire in her soul
fevered music beats in her breast
stars sparkle in her eyes
She clothes herself in
a kaleidoscope of swirling colors
as she joins the dancing flames
of the raging campfire
The night is her only lover
a nomadic life is all she knows
an unquenchable lust for freedom
consumed by wanderlust
Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.
What a great poet, lovely and thoughtful poems. Thanks for sharing!
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