FROSINA TASEVSKA

 

 

Deadness

 

Between us, only sighs.

And strained neck veins.

In this brief battle of ours

with twisted madness,

we changed the words

with growling instead of speaking.

From meek lambs

we became an irritated bull

among the flock with good

overcoats and hoods.

A sad gloom hovers in the space.

It still felt the throbbing of panicky fear,

and the time is standing still outside,

just of spite.

We are funny to someone.

And then, the world is in agony!

 

Heritage

 

I will leave my words to you

that fragmented heritage

just like a seed sown in a pot.

Afterward, its meaning to be

secretly interpreted by you,

so they will touch you in my absence.

 

Come to me with a signature

under the stones with buried echoes,

under the family tree on our last goodbye.

Spoken words without any witnesses

will haunt you for a long time.

 

And is it necessary if the words are gone?

Does it matter if the meaning of each other words

has been misunderstood

from the overwhelming excitement.

 

I bring my hands closer with a magnifying glass

in anticipation of melted mercy.

I created a new alphabet from my missed words

in a presence to understand them,

in my absence to pass them.

 

Support

 

My thoughts are born throughout walking,

For a gentle touch, my soul is yearning,

on the ground, bitter tears in cherry color,

like pouring rain, are shedding,

But still, I'm asking the sun to rise just for me!

Long-awaited promise under the skin is swelling,

It encourages me to reply, to go on,

To put a full stop to the trivial version.

Hope in me is blooming,

It never leaves me, and it's like my favorite diversion.

While I was compounding a substance

for my promising tomorrow,

I was sewing with a needle my pain inside.

I've dislocated the railroad and the house,

With simply solemn sough.

Today, an eternal love

unconditionally is on my shoulder

And your quiet sighs are in the eye of the beholder.

My fate strengthens my life's wounds,

To be your support - knowing no bounds!

 

FROSINA TASEVSKA

 

FROSINA TASEVSKA was born in 1978 in Shtip, Macedonia. She writes poetry for adults and children, haiku, and English poetry. Has been published in various magazines, anthologies, and electronic collections. She received numerous prizes for her poems. She has published two poetry collections so far.