Rose petals spiral,
hushed open secrets wakeful,
each has power to sooth.
Tag: healing
Air
I lost my breath, they did not care, I could not breathe, they did not care When I was twice bereft and in despair,Those I had fought for, worked for,With little payment, resource, respect,Support, against so many shades of war,Domestic violence, detention, neglect, I lost my breath, they did not care,I could not breathe, they…
Break: a human story of conflict in a ‘holy land’
This poem is inspired by real stories shared by friends and their friends living through escalating conflict in a ‘Holy Land’. I have written many poems recently and over time looking at different human angles of this ongoing conflict. Break “Break his arms so he cannot leave” Pleads a wife to the father of her…
Breath: a poem
This is a poem I posted on a new blog I’ve set up exploring personal and environmental stories around asthma Breath: a poem. via Breath: a poem.
We do not understand
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today there is genocide in the world. In the heart of Africa; Central African Republic, in Congo and Syria. Since the holocaust other genocides have blistered across the world. Each time a lead up of dehumanisation, brain-washing and scapegoating for economic and social ills leading to neighbour killing neighbour. In my…
Broken Sancturay
A return to some of my own verse. Please respect my copyright: Broken Sanctuary Broken sanctuary Jerusalem to Salem, Seats of a Sovereign She, Axis of the sacred sphere Salem; a place of safety, Broken by the men of fear, Sister did we think us free? What malice lead us here To exile we did…
New
These are poems for a time of apples and honey; a time of new beginnings where fruitfulness comes to trees of every age. The sweetest fruit often falls from the oldest trees. This is a time, when according to at least one ancient calendar, we celebrate the birth of humanity and of ourselves. It, for…
The Structure of Love
C43H66N12O12S2 , a chemical formula for world healing? You may ask what a chemical formula is doing in a poetry blog? ‘Poem’ comes from the Latin poma, from Greek poima meaning to create. Poetry requires the use of a language in composition to display emotion. The above is a language that conveys love but cannot be love itself. I call…
Lion’s Teeth
I, as strength’s image pick Lion’s teeth ever-living, deep rooted, vital, feared, persistent through many adversity – feathered heads that seed the wind with play that welcomes in our cubs seeing you in puffball, promising sun to cast a spell of new beginnings dancing time in wind blown mane, You bite into earth, rock and…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 