Networked capillaries of clans and communities

I trace in veins and vessels between their names;

Vines intersecting countries, lands and seas,

Continents, identities, traced outlines remain

In structured forms, appellations a form of poetry

Transposed into diagrams and portrait frames;

An ordinance; a curation of collective entity

Respiring like lungs, paths criss-cross domains

Somewhere in all-where; in seeming chaos, me.


Antonia Sara Zenkevitch


  1. Moira Nair says:

    It’s so good πŸ™‚
    Are you a medic?

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thank you, Moira! No, I’m not a medic but I’ve had a lot of dealings with them, both good and not so good. This poem is partly about health, heart and circulation but it’s also about identity and connection, the links between lives whether by blood or community, inheritance or choice. In the end the words mean different things to different people. I’m glad it spoke to you! πŸ™‚

  2. willowdot21 says:

    I do like this one πŸ’œ hope you are well today

  3. KT says:

    I was waiting for it and you delivered, like a waltz! β€œin seeming chaos, me…”

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thanks, I’m glad you like it.

  4. antoniazen says:

    Thank you, Willow. Today’s seen dizzy spells a (thankfully minor) fall and far too much thinking, but I’ve been creative – so it’s an OK day. You too btw. Loved your recent posts, but you know that already. πŸ™‚

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