Tag: poetry challenge

Clay and Sparks

Labyrinthine
Body carved of clay
Sparks within
Visioning
A way through this unknowing
Luminescent maze.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Thirsty Words

I’d lost words

But with keen intent

Regained them,

In each breath

Paroxysms of purpose

Direct gusts of wind …

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…

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Mirror (#writephoto)

Mirror;

berobbed weapon

scrying, warning, being

wars of crimson in reflective

flat-blade,

Time Coats

February snow,

Crocuses and I make bold;

Time wears many coats

Of blossom, rays, rain, and ice,

Thus, my words will don them too.

 

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

To Sweeten Bitter

Pain tasted bitter,

So, breath’s blades and sugar-canes

Spun honeyed braids of auric air.

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…

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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:    

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…

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