Lost and Found
Let’s get lost you said
forget this place
Just go you said
Go anywhere but here you said
No I said Let’s not I said
start over I said
go back I said
Back to that place over t-here
the place that remembers
that never gets lost
Back to the beginning
the origin
the root of the matter
Back to the core the cortex
that anchors us to the earth
that links us to the stars
that embeds us in this sentence
the stuff that dreams are made of
How to bring to light
to untangle the unique
from the familiar
Light filtering through
the subterranean tunnels of my mind
always scratching at the surface
I am like the helix
the spiral staircase
both ascending and descending
I am the squiggly question mark
I am every woman who twists and turns
the feminine mystique
the unfolding Madonna
the murmuring of the moon
the mysterious longing
I am Everything and Nothing
All that I want is here
hidden deep inside
my mother's smile
my father's voice
I am the fertile soil
and all that I inherit
One day
i will decipher the codes
connect the dots
I will resurrect
the deserted streets
the desecrated cities
of forgotten memory
I will find myself in you
In all that is reflected
But where ARE you? my mathematician
still looking for the square root of one
Roots may seek out other lands
or grow where they are planted
Multiplying unto themselves a solution
Unlike your equation where centuries are lost
roots find their way back in the dark
Double Rainbow
They try to tell you
it's somewhere over
never under
It’s either
in or out
good or bad
never or always
A difficult concept
for me to sometimes grasp
I suspended
in wonder
a dreamer
who blurs the fine line
between
this and that
who wears a thin veil
both
night and day
Winter and Spring
living and dying
who likes to glimpse
a bit of Heaven
on every horizon
With my feet
on the ground
my roots in the sky
I am
both floating and sinking
sleeping and waking
I am
all the tones
the varied hues
every nuance
of the moving landscape
My own poems
a wasteland of words
wandering whole sentences
and paragraphs
the mouth of my river
opening wide
Like
the arc
the helix
the spiral staircase
both ascending and descending
I am that mysterious longing
for that indefinable somewhere
a bridge to other worlds
Every day
I wait for the sun
to drown in my reflection
Every day
I offer myself to the Mirror--
the iridescence of my being
my grey clouded emotions
surrendering to the unknown
Every day
the miracle within
passes through me like rain
gives birth to creation
Offers my eyes --
these dry empty sockets
these weeping wounds
a reason
to burst
Into light
Antonia Alexandra Klimenko was first introduced on the BBC and to the literary world by the legendary James Meary Tambimuttu of Poetry London–-publisher of T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, Henry Miller and Bob Dylan, to name a few. After his death, it was his friend, the late great Kathleen Raine, who took an interest in her writing and encouraged her to publish. A nominee for the Pushcart Prize, The Best of the Net, and a former San Francisco Poetry Slam Champion, she is widely published. She has been a featured guest at Shakespeare & Company, as well as performed or read in other literary venues in the City of Light and elsewhere. Her work has appeared in (among others) XXI Century World Literature (in which she represents France), Jazz and Literature and Maintenant : Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art archived at New York’s Museum of Modern Art. She is the recipient of two grants: one from Poets in Need, of which Michael (100 Thousand Poets for Change) Rothenberg was a co-founder; the second—the 2018 Generosity Award for her outstanding service to international writers through SpokenWord Paris where she is Poet in Residence. Her selected poems On the Way to Invisible was recently published by The Opiate Books. Her selected poems The Looking Glass is now available.
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