We have a value worth more than a bottom line, Of being treated unfairly and saying it is fine – Value, from the Latin ‘valere’ meaning ‘to be strong’ – Economics have forgotten our worth for so long, We are nature, veins like river networks, kin to bee, Inequality wastes skills and talent and destroys unity, We have fundamental worth, not just…
Tag: poetry
Meaning and Musicality – Poetry in the Everyday
In my work I am aware of choosing words. What word has the meaning and musicality to express a thought, moment or feeling? Words are an important part of the work and research I have done as a story-weaver, in education, capacity-building and conflict resolution. In each setting the poet in me springs forth and…
The Book of Living
Andorra, gateway to hidden paths, Antonia Zenkevitch 2008 The Book of Living Inky shadows painted on light so we can see, From close to opening, a world as we perceive – Become ourselves for the Becoming to be, Core reacquainted on the rock to which we cleave Returning to renew; to be at-one and still…
What is Art?
What is art, what is love but a prayer? Devotion in creation and acts of care, Our art whispers back to us As we like waters to the oneness Murmur: I am your voice, a reflection, I am your vision, your own conception; I forge alchemy in my daily growing, I am your return to…
Creative Space
In our ‘creative space’, the world expands – We examine, we see, today in our hands How we learn; what we want this place to be, Inside out, outside in, a space as we make it Is not what we’re told it should have been. Each space is made of much, much more…
Courageous Dance
Courageous dance, to enter To awaken in the wake, Light of her in him and he in her Shed our casings like the snake To know body as a sacred space Removing layers we are clothed within, Eye to eye, lips to lips, face to face Curved new membrane, skin on skin Sensing risk, trust,…
When words are not enough, I write …
I appear to have followers and people have liked a number of my poems. Thank-you :). When I am more awake I will give myself time to read your blogs. Hopefully within the next days. I thought I would welcome you and mention a few things about what I write. I have a strange habit…
Bee sings OM
Bee sings “OM” We are the word alive, The song of “Om” From the honey-bee’s hive, She knows how to dance in air, Though science says her weight her wings could never bare, Should she be silent, life is cleft, Without her impossible flight No life would be left – Divine Romance…
Space Invader
Space Invader I am a time eating space invader, I am fruit from a strange tree – With odd patterns and behaviour, I have come to drink your tea, I live within my own world sphere It may be obscure for some to see Yet many also feel Martian here There may be others just…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 