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
Tag: awareness
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 …
I am Zebra
There are stripes
Hidden within
My pale skin,
Zebra stripes
Where the matter of me is stretched thin
Light and dark matter between
Each cell’s loose connections,
Each day my stripes go unseen
By those whose fear casts reflections;
Projections of who they fear themselves to be
As they try to warp and bend my sense of identity,
But their fear is not me.
Do Say
Do say, don’t abate,
unleash that sly stream of hate;
feign each injury
is just advise to cure me.
Butterflies
Don’t fret about the shades
that flit before my eyes
they are my butterflies,
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 