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Kaleidoscope<\/strong><\/p>\n Picture yourself on a boat on a river <\/em> <\/p>\n For years, now\u00a0\u00a0 I have been preparing for the journey\u2013 Sleep does not come easy I have tried tying knots in my thoughts\u2013- I am circling myself as I myself (Who knows I am the sea\u00a0 now\u00a0 with the sun sinking under me I\u00a0\u00a0 Eternal Spring\u2026 It is an old pattern with a new twist– I am floating upward\u00a0 out of my body\u00a0\u00a0 drifting Like postcards I send to myself\u2013- <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Antonia Alexandra Klimenko<\/strong> was first introduced on the BBC by the legendary Tamibmuttu of Poetry London. Her work has appeared in journals and anthologies including Maintentant: Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art<\/em>, archived at the Smithsonian Institute and N.Y\u2019s Museum of Modern Art.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Kaleidoscope Picture yourself on a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with kaleidoscope eyes –John Lennon For years, now\u00a0\u00a0 I have been preparing for the journey\u2013 heart sealed as tight as a drum eyelids pulled down like shades […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8416","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8416","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8416"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8416\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8417,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8416\/revisions\/8417"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8416"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8416"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8416"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWith tangerine trees and marmalade skies<\/em>
\nSomebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,<\/em>
\nA girl with kaleidoscope eyes<\/em>
\n–John Lennon<\/p>\n
\nheart sealed as tight as a drum
\neyelids pulled down like shades<\/p>\n
\nto an old child
\nwho cannot be tied to a bed
\nwhose mind even when weighted down by centuries
\nonly floats to the ceiling
\nlike a moon on helium without a string.<\/p>\n
\nclots in my blood even thicker
\nbut I rise\u00a0\u00a0 I rise
\nand float upward\u2026<\/p>\n
\nam being encircled by the Unnamed
\nlike a halo\u00a0\u00a0 or a blessing.
\nI am light\u00a0\u00a0 a spectrum of light
\nfingers filtering through the branches of trees
\na shimmering screen suspended
\nin a universe of dilating skeyes\u2014
\nimpressionable pupils that take in everything
\nI am circling myself\u00a0 as I myself
\nam being encircled\u2014a face slowly turning
\nreflecting the green of the fields below–
\nConsider the lilies<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0 it whispers
\nEyes closing and opening like windows
\nonto brght tulips\u00a0 Irises blooming\u00a0\u00a0 blossoming.
\nbulbs exploding like crocus into untold dimensions<\/p>\n
\nwhere I have been\u2013-
\nwhat I have seen
\nwhen I wasn\u2019t looking)<\/p>\n
\nand all my cells are singing
\nWave upon wave
\nI wash away like a dream or a watercolor
\nI pour myself into the river
\nI am the river\u00a0 turning and returning\u2013
\na cool delirium in a clear stream of consciousness\u2013
\nmy boat brimming over with glass fish<\/p>\n
\nam traveling light
\nam traveling blind\u2013-
\ntears beading on my cheeks like crystals
\nthen falling back into themselves
\ndissolving into their sequential
\nmagical magnetic moment
\nof synchronistic being
\nturning\u00a0 turning
\ninto the pattern of snowflake\u2013-
\na mere blink in the kaleidoscopic eye<\/p>\n
\nan ancient rite of passage.<\/p>\n
\nto a place where everything has happened before
\nand is about to\u00a0 again\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 for the very first time<\/p>\n
\nI wish I were here<\/em>
\n I wish I were here<\/em><\/p>\n