ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA
The Arctic
A ray is born in
the heart of darkness
to penetrate the
landscape
with the sun's
light
and cut the
transparent chill.
Everything is
different here
Fresh water
turned to a stone
is drifting in
huge patches on the sea
Delicate
snowflakes clump into the mountains,
and a whirlwind
breaks the deathly silence.
The world of
white has different shades
- streaks of blue
and green pulsate
It is a beautiful
and terrifying landscape
Man is forbidden
here,
but curiosity
tells him to open up
the gateway to an
icy hell
Poems On The
Lake Ohrid
Three shades of
blue – mists, mountains and sky
fell softly into
the water in a wide cascade.
The fishing boats
were lying lazily
on the yellow
sand of a nearby beach
- gazing at golden
reflections glistening
on the smooth
surface of the lake
It was a
beautiful day - full of sunshine and love
There were roses
and the wind hid in the flowers,
to listen to the
silence interrupted
with the carefree
laughter of playing children.
The old people
sat down on the park benches
- they were
similar to birds tired after a long flight
In the
odeon, as in ancient times,
the subtle music
of the words sounded.
Here we
were, the wanderers from distant lands
- we spoke with
all the languages of the world
and we felt the
common speech of poetry
The differences
are gone.
In our veins,
in the same
rhythm drops of blood throbbed,
calmness settled
in our minds.
Against the
world, full of wars and hatred,
we built a new
tower of Babel
to climb above the
walls and touch the azure sky.
Festival of poetry, North Macedonia 2021
Lime Tree
yesterday
it greeted me
outside the window
today it
disappeared
- cut into pieces
someone is
converting wood into cubes
somebody else is cutting the branches
and I am crying
I will not hug
the trunk tomorrow
and I will find
no relief
in the shade of
its leaves
a friend died
- mine and the
local birds
ALICJA MARIA
KUBERSKA
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