we will
with our will, ease
these dangers and perils;
we will burn these injustices.
Category: poem
I am
I am free form, my cells don’t properly connect, according to the norm, as if I’ve stretched to welcome ocean but with it comes the blue as if particles of broken lives get beneath my paper skin, abrasive, gritty, at times bruising walking on pebbles and yet, this is coloured in with collective dreams…
Hope has petals
Insignificance does not apply, Rose pepper wings and crumbling things, As petals fade in half-light Clinging to the old walls To catch the flight of butterflies. Antonia Zenkevitch a response to a VJWC prompt
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 …
The Century Stone
I have stood guardian
Through trials untold
In each frozen season,
Seen empires built and burned,
To those who sought on lonely roads
I have stood guardian,
Wise One
They say beware the wise one,
who knows the song of rue
and dances with the moon and sun
with courage to renew.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Yes And
Elementary ever,
Yes, but
Ocean ends,
Yes but
Shore ends,
“Yes but” loops,
Shells turn to sand
And
Shelled life seeks sand
And that song;
“All things from shells”
As another Darwin said.
Struggles With Socks
I struggle with stocks
My worry monster eats them;
Burdens played away.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Disposed To Be
They’re kind words, true; difficult times never last forever, this news, not hers, only mine inclined ‘til the bow; I won’t be OK; incurable, I’ll dazzle like a wave, breaking. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch With Thanks for Colleen Cheesbro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, this week the words were trouble and game and I chose…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 