Stories of Objects that Sustain

My grandma’s handbag

carries memories

as well as coins and keys;

not just another thing to grab

but the next lines of a story….

in this circus home

forests of recollections

whisper new seeds.

five philosophical statements by Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Originally posted on proletaria:
(a quintuplet on the creative – and destructive – power of words) ? Word; one breath on four winds, forever. … ? Hope, forever written in the margins. ? … ? Like these words, you are curved prana. ? … ? Shackles are forged where-ever lies govern. ? … ? Words,…

Returning

sweetened seeds in sheaths,

spring’s tunic dressed in

last sun’s poppies,

twelve moon pirouettes since

we consumed these;

Offerings

Originally posted on awisewomansjourney:
Antonia’s FreeForm Friday Prompt The words for this fortnight are: LOVE, PAINT, AIR, OFFERINGS (use any two or three). Offerings of love to others paints the air we breathe into our life, our souls it is a blessed reprieve from this world’s negativity that can haunt our spirits and try to bring us…

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…  

Tough Love

Tough love, life is precious, my energy too scarce to push the granite walls you build, shift now.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Our Stories

Happy Sunday Everyone! I hope you’re having a good day? If not there’s still time. This is one of two posts for this week’s ‘Sustainable Sunday’. Its sister post is full of hope and positive action. Do you have a personal story to share about trying to live more sustainability? I’d love to hear, celebrate…

Dragon Thaw

The winter stretched like Ouroboran tail,

Thus, the rider sought the dragon

Iron Scale beneath her bridge

“we need your breath of fire

For life to prevail,”

The rider said.

One roar,

Spring.

Candles & Questions

One of two poems:

we lit candles after

their names and tales on our ears

flames flickering, like souls.