Impossible
You think I could forget you,
But that has never been true…
Love won’t let me ever
Lose the memory of you.
I simply have no place
Asking you for anything,
I may have left only a trace,
But, to me, it was everything.
Please, don’t ask me to
Wipe my mind clear of you,
If you, my love, only knew,
How impossible that would be, to do.
~Antanya
Mastering the Slide
The sodden ground
Has gotten quite slippery
It’s a good thing
I’m learning to master
The controlled slide…
~Antanya
I almost fell on my face in the mud scrambling back up the creek bank after taking this photo of a blooming skunk cabbage, and this is where my mind took it. I was originally going to post this to Instagram, but my photo/text editor has decided not to work for me anymore. I hope you enjoy.
Tell Me-
​Could I be- more than a memory,
While I’m still alive?
More than a blur- in your periphery,
Live for more, than just to survive?
‘Cause I have this urge to howl
Every night at the moon,
Long to soothe away your scowl,
If not now, then- Soon.
I’m trying to speak- To find my voice,
To sing again, pure and true,
Our tale of circumstance and choice,
To remind you- I. Love.You.
~Antanya
Through the Fog poetry 