cardiology; ‘an abnormality of the functioning of the autonomic (involuntary) nervous system,’ another one; a condition common with my co-morbidities, nothing I’d not guessed we already do much of what they say I should, I laugh during the tests; “Don’t get up too fast,” he says smiling knowingly – as if I could, and we…
Tag: free form
Sub Rosa
In those tangled threads of gold she has conceived a key, in stories long since told, in the electric codes of cities, sub rosa, wrapped in ribbons, she stands by St. Pauls dome, hers the more secret realms of inner wisdom and imagination for she is our unknown. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch With…
Whimsey’s Gate (#writephoto)
Cunning threshold Where green inks Chiselled stone, Where whimsey Herself is enthroned, Her maidens inches from each path In imprints of each grown child’s laugh, A secret garden we may never know And so, we seek the inner world it fed; Fertile forests where thoughts are sown Into primordial seedbeds. Antonia Sara…
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…
Freeform Fridays
Hello poets, writers, artists, and other thinkers, Welcome to the first #FreeformFriday Prompt! This is not meant to compete with the other prompt, simply to add another angle. The prompt words this week are: GRITTY, CALM, BLUE (you can choose any 2 or 3) Set your words free Friday could be an alternative name…
Diagnosis 07/02/19
(*this post is about living the diagnostic process of a serious chronic illness and may contain triggers) They have to rule out worse alternatives But it’s almost definite, As geneticists speak of neurologists Physiotherapists, cardiologists And, if they deign to see me, Rheumatologists, There’s a remote possibility Of the one specialist Rehabilitation place in…
Dream Wash Multiplex
Dreams, like water-coloured paintings, wash away when days are raining on one Mary Poppins pavement on another London street, children play sticks along the railing in grey sleet, mascara eye streak. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch first two lines prompted by Reowr again art piece by the same name:
Calling All Poets, Thinkers, and Writers
‘Under ashen skies, unknown lullabies’
Where could we take the line together?
The Rhythm
The ocean murmurs to the beach and all the grains of sand of each tide’s potent transience, listen; silt and shingle understand time tumbling through liquid hands, shipping news, travel plans, lost civilizations and then that next great, ingulfing wave expands beyond where you think it should, globes in grains, mumbles in wombs as…
40 Fragments
I cannot count them, these broken pieces of possibility.
But they haunt me, oh, days cantering by they do,
and I am whirlwind in a storm box,
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 