Alternative Text: a zebra unicorn stands on clover grass under a starry night sky full of shooting stars Unicorn Zebra rarest of the rare, horses say we don’t exist, seek us where we roam. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Category: Soul-scape
Soul-scape is an exploration of seeking and experience of spirit, soul, oneness, unity, faith and its flickering, prayer, the divine romance, traditions, law and lore reflected, re-evaluated, affirmed, questioned, discussed. It is my way of navigating, expressing, reaching, translating without dictating. The role of artist or poet is not propaganda but a speaking soul to soul, heart to heart, eye to eye in such a way that shares experience and ideas whilst opening space for another’s own personal interpretation and experience. This is my aim.
The Last Free Form Friday
Life will use the air abused by ill words as offerings for trees who paint our futures with their leaves. Happy Friday Everyone, This post is later than originally planned but as a Brit going through the chaos of Brexit whilst processing a few things in my own life, I’m going to forgive myself. …
Citizen of Nowhere
I’m called ‘citizen of nowhere’
by Theresa May, who asserts
this as the British Prime Minister,
though this is the land of my birth,
The Slide
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…
Returning
sweetened seeds in sheaths,
spring’s tunic dressed in
last sun’s poppies,
twelve moon pirouettes since
we consumed these;
Sand Treads
Tracking the lost ones I listen to the desert where the sands tread us. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Divine
Divine is both verb and abstract noun, like love, value, dream, time;
Doubt is both verb and abstract noun, like lie, fashion, endeavour,
Disregard, envy, thrill or calm, delight, pleasure, trust and hope…
Candles & Questions
One of two poems:
we lit candles after
their names and tales on our ears
flames flickering, like souls.
#FreeForm Friday Round up and Prompt
Hello all, Below is the wonderful round-up of last week’s #FreeFormFriday prompt, exploring the art of free form and combined form. Many thanks to contributors. Apologies for being slightly delayed today, life overtook events. From now on I’ll be running this fortnightly. If you would like to join in I’d love to hear from…
Love & Hate
Hate; a verb, an abstract noun
That we may give our power,
Love; a verb, an abstract noun
That is hate’s funeral pyre.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 