Bone weary; this drama has me soul fatigued; diversions perform faux democracy; facts erased; side-lined. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch a shadorma in grateful response to Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge words to find synonyms for: ‘hobby’ and ‘play’ (alternative text for below photo: an ambiguous graduated grey – a wall or misty window no one…
Category: Mind-scape
Explorations of the realms of our mind. Novalis once said ‘the sciences should all be made poetic’. This is part of mind-scaping; processes of trying to see and understand complex theories and ideas through verse and imagery.
Mind-scape also includes exploration of the regions at the edges of the mind, at the edge of reason, the blurring of judgment and opening of chaos, seeking ways to transcend and live through fragility.
The Great Mandate
They call this the greatest mandate ever;
even though the results split the UK
in half, more than one union near severed –
they call this the greatest mandate ever
when half the voters go unheard – inferred
consent through barefaced lies, flagrantly
they call this the greatest mandate ever
even though the results split the UK
Lost Words
losing words and dates again, I laugh when I have trouble with a form but part of me is frightened, my neurology is not the norm, never was, but this dense fog is getting deeper; first I cannot read as I lose focus, my thoughts loop, as I infer what I inferred before before…
Just Accords
For the families
may past wrongs come to light,
may past wrongs stay past.
Note to Self
A wry note to self; when the words swim before you stop typing, just stop. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Absent I
Lost focus; Thoughts are flighty friends, Loneliness Born within The absent I escaping All navigation. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
When Light Hurts
*trigger warnings regarding chronic conditions, including particularly serious ones Migraine I recognise Sensory disturbance, I’m calmer knowing what it is; My brain On fire, Waiting For full diagnosis Thinking of Dad’s aneurisms, Anxious, My sight blurs I am fire and ice Pressures rise Behind eyes; I had brain damage at birth, Now…
Whimsey’s Gate (#writephoto)
Cunning threshold Where green inks Chiselled stone, Where whimsey Herself is enthroned, Her maidens inches from each path In imprints of each grown child’s laugh, A secret garden we may never know And so, we seek the inner world it fed; Fertile forests where thoughts are sown Into primordial seedbeds. Antonia Sara…
Burning Injustices
we will
with our will, ease
these dangers and perils;
we will burn these injustices.
Chronicles
mind cataloging the shifting circumference
and significance
as sentiments deposit sediment
and their sands stretch wide and far,
and it feels i hear every footfall
until all i can hear is thunder
and still air …
