Identity

What is identity?  As a poet the idea of who I am is fluid; a becoming. I am a poet and political being, creative facilitator and cat cushion. I am between able-bodied and disabled. I am born and live in a mix of cultural heritage.  Faith and science stand for me in partnership. I am…

As the Earth does Spin

I’ll be Davening, I’ll be Dukkerin, Traveling as the Earth does spin, Sing blessings into changing winds A song never-ending, a new voice begins; I’ll be weaving my weaving ways Along the Great Spirit’s pathways, Opening with dreamer’s eyes and soul, The wheel is turning, life is whole, I own no-one, no-one owns me; Neither…

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…

Love’s Dance

The shadows are singing in the flickering flame Eloquent in the silence, each spit speaks prophesy; Each eye an oracle, each breath inherent with name, We, the first light of the fire, fluid and salt of sea, Breath in doves wings, united, insight uncoils again; Formation, annihilation, the alchemy of re-generation – Unity within division,…

Words in Silence

Words into silence, sense lost in cadence, In echoes of self voice becomes void, Distance is measured in the will to chance Truncated, topography not enjoyed, Touched intimacy at his behest Obscured by the questioning eye, Questions belie a seeker’s quest Before any journey, a goodbye? Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

The Eye

Rainbow Eye by Antonia Zenkevitch The Eye The ocean is born First tear from the eye, Light born liquid To reflect itself So we may see Our envisionings Manifest within as We create ourselves One eye made of many; Light refracted, Water rippled; We diversify And our light Grows wings, Fins and tails; And words…

One

Ruach, spirit, Inter-breath of being, I am molded word on wind, My voice open to your decreeing, The seed of life upon your wing, Aish, aish, I no longer burn For my soul is also flame My soul, it’s time to return To source; light; to the Name, Mayim, you are in my flowing Mayim…