the circus
of would-bes and was
held within
hushed chorus
spilling into each other
in needed trust, begin,
Category: Heart-lands
Heart-lands explores core of experiences of love and friendship and self-worth. It is a ‘home’ we return to and a place we travel from. Poems celebrating a life or rite of passage are ‘heart-land’ and ‘soul scape’.
Poems looking at peace, conflict transformation and our relationship to one another and earth is also found in this category as well as others such as soul-scape.
Capillary
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…
Healing Flower; a haibun
Rose petals spiral,
hushed open secrets wakeful,
each has power to sooth.
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,…
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,
Laughing the Stars
Laughing the Stars You laughed the stars Into the sky And, though clouds cover them In this moment of despair With those unquestioned whys In your bright eyes, I know your heaven’s there In the bright spheres of life, So, while we wait For the atmosphere to clear Let me just state For…
Diagnosis 07/02/19
(*this post is about living the diagnostic process of a serious chronic illness and may contain triggers) They have to rule out worse alternatives But it’s almost definite, As geneticists speak of neurologists Physiotherapists, cardiologists And, if they deign to see me, Rheumatologists, There’s a remote possibility Of the one specialist Rehabilitation place in…
The Jade Quill
Life
between
sheets of dreams
knowing none know
where my tides convene
at breaker’s edge, the brow
transformed in the under-toe;
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 