Sense-scape – Page 5 – Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

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.

To Thrive

the circus

of would-bes and was

held within

hushed chorus

spilling into each other

in needed trust, begin,

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.

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,…