poem – Page 7 – Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

To Speak

I have learnt to speak;

I have learnt to speak in silence when my voice was gone,

in mimes, memes and gesticulations with one arm,

I have learnt to speak in rhythms when my limbs were

free,

I have learnt to speak within the forms my body allows me,

I learnt to speak again,

again,

again,
….

if and when

my voice is gone

as voices one day do,

when they speak of all I’ve done

I hope they’ll say this too;

I learnt to speak.

To Remain Me I paint freedom past restrictions, Admiring the contradictions My love sees creativity Within my skill to remain me, Gone are the forms I knew before, Yet I’m still a dancer at core; I dance with words now, to be free Within my skill; to remain me, He speaks of how I master…

Indices

I write of lives in indices, Scenes sketched within margins Of halts for breath in sentences, Of freedom in parenthesis In our secret garden, I write of lives in ink; Hers inscribed in water In quiet apocalypse Others would call order, I write of lives, Their curve in words At boundary lines To…

Wild Forever

Wild Forever Welcome to my wild forever Born of the forests of my mind, An acorn in every letter Of words that no one can fetter Though my body cannot get there, Bones and sinew left behind, Welcome to my wild forever, Born of the forests of my mind. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

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