Valentines,
a gift or a crime?
Lonely hearts
loathe this time
yet it reminds all to strive
to love, start inside.
Tag: life
a conversation with scent
Lady Grey rests beneath a tree, leaves brewing scented breeze coriander swirls coffee, roasted chickory, hands blending, they speak through perfume, merge citrus and sea salt white blooms, spice, olibanum tempering fruit, ripe blackberries brush childhood memories on mint julip lips, stems crushed to release fresh tales; auras of was and May bees,…
You Are Not Alone
You are not alone, a cliché but true,
though it sounds like another platitude
beneath which judgement or indifference lies,
yet, when sincere, this phrase can catalyse
threads spun across oceans, footsteps on the moon …
Butterflies
Don’t fret about the shades
that flit before my eyes
they are my butterflies,
Laughing the Stars
Laughing the Stars You laughed the stars Into the sky And, though clouds cover them In this moment of despair With those unquestioned whys In your bright eyes, I know your heaven’s there In the bright spheres of life, So, while we wait For the atmosphere to clear Let me just state For…
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…
The Jade Quill
Life
between
sheets of dreams
knowing none know
where my tides convene
at breaker’s edge, the brow
transformed in the under-toe;
Cats’ Lives
She felt like a cat losing nine lives One by one slinking into night, Amid stark loss she realized She must enjoy her time While she had lives left To redefine, Savouring Breath like Wine. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Bitter and Sweet
Bitter and sweet,
Zest, pith and pip,
The sun on my back,
The tang on my lips,
In wide blue horizons
I silently slip,
In old cobbled streets
Where kind strangers live,…
Experience (#writephoto)
Experience I will not speak about the greens Painting the sky with varied hues, I will not draw rose thorns To try to show you Or talk of the riot Of violets and blues, Quietly, I will close my eyes And experience this with you, Where you walk unseeing Yet surely between soft lines Of…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 