Signals

I love the rain spiral

senses encompassing animation,

satellite clouds, and clouds

displayed in white

in grey telemetry, 

You love, the soft rain at night,

cold and warmth, tickle soft matter,

the interplay between pressure,

a means of guiding

receptors

placed in the injured part,

in this work, we fabricate one

love the just, visible,

forecast invisible intensity

from sunset to sunrise,

both play a role,

signals traveling

a spinal radar,

ignoring the pain

we love for the last hour,

signals from the skin;

low-symmetry particles 

with shapes, spirals,

spirals, spirals,

yellow altitudes,

fluid, few to overcast

blue, blue, blue

gusts are green,

you, love,

the spiral …

Sub Rosa

  In those tangled threads of gold she has conceived a key, in stories long since told, in the electric codes of cities,   sub rosa, wrapped in ribbons, she stands by St. Pauls dome, hers the more secret realms of inner wisdom and imagination for she is our unknown.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch With…

Whimsey’s Gate (#writephoto)

  Cunning threshold Where green inks Chiselled stone, Where whimsey Herself is enthroned,   Her maidens inches from each path In imprints of each grown child’s laugh, A secret garden we may never know And so, we seek the inner world it fed; Fertile forests where thoughts are sown Into primordial seedbeds.   Antonia Sara…

Critically

The below was written in a stream of conscious, as part of Linda G. Hill’s SoCS prompt. 

The waters are critically high and overseas semi-arid lands become ever-more dry. Critically, promises were broken, made and then broken, again and again, and again. Critically, the West has outsourced the worst of its pollution and, critically, I know why …

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 …