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…
Month: February 2019
Healing Flower; a haibun
Rose petals spiral,
hushed open secrets wakeful,
each has power to sooth.
Clay and Sparks
Labyrinthine
Body carved of clay
Sparks within
Visioning
A way through this unknowing
Luminescent maze.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Start Inside
Valentines,
a gift or a crime?
Lonely hearts
loathe this time
yet it reminds all to strive
to love, start inside.
a conversation with scent
Lady Grey rests beneath a tree, leaves brewing scented breeze coriander swirls coffee, roasted chickory, hands blending, they speak through perfume, merge citrus and sea salt white blooms, spice, olibanum tempering fruit, ripe blackberries brush childhood memories on mint julip lips, stems crushed to release fresh tales; auras of was and May bees,…
Fog
thick fog descending,
fighting to find thoughts missing
in the throbbing swam.
Thirsty Words
I’d lost words
But with keen intent
Regained them,
In each breath
Paroxysms of purpose
Direct gusts of wind …
You Are Not Alone
You are not alone, a cliché but true,
though it sounds like another platitude
beneath which judgement or indifference lies,
yet, when sincere, this phrase can catalyse
threads spun across oceans, footsteps on the moon …
Butterflies
Don’t fret about the shades
that flit before my eyes
they are my butterflies,
Dark Matter
it bends my light;
stretches me
as universe implodes
slowly
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 