BLAGICA STANOESKA

 

 

When You Are A Raven

And When A Singing Bird

 

You are a raven

when you fall in love

with the dark,

when the morning song sounds terrible to you,

when you peck at the day,

and hate the night with your heart,

you are a raven,

when you curse the fire,

so that it may not rejoice in the

flaming tongues.

 

You are a singing bird

when you post love

in spring,

when you follow the direction of the good wind,

when you forgive people's sins,

when you bow down to the truth,

when you root your tameness in the

desire for a better tomorrow.

 

Timeless Song

 

The storm softly breathes in your neck,

your blood pulses

with devilish speed,

your memory

is erased by history

so that you disappear

so that you are no more.

 

Only

your philosophical writings remain

that goodness is

a category of blessing,

as a reflection of your thoughts

born in a dream.

 

You walk

on the path of eternity,

sunny-cloudy and

starry-present,

gloriously sung in song,

towards you all with respect.

 

You alone bear

the cross of your suffering,

fires bloom on your forehead,

God embraces you

with love and attention,

angels pray for you in mourning.

 

BLAGICA STANOESKA

 

BLAGICA STANOESKA: Retiree, 74 years old. She writes poetry and prose. Present in poetry and prose collections in North Macedonia, Croatia, Serbia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Russia, India, Argentina, and the Philippines. Her first book of poetry, “Svetla milokrvnost” was published by

Novi Bavilon Bitola, North Macedonia.