My Home
A thin layer of chemistry
refracts the light that stealthily
breaks through the keyhole.
The stairs lead to
a mysterious transforming atmosphere
in sweet tranquility.
The patina of holy books
erases the
invisibility of the world.
Hand in hand they walk-
the sun and the kept secret
of existence.
Bread, forgiveness and love.
Wisdom that is subdued to time
that it's never
cheap.
In my home it is kept as
a life lesson to change the world!
Preciousness
Trust is a
double-edged sword.
It is quite
simple to understand
for the sweet
talk that burns
like dry wood when the collision
between words
and actions
throws sparks.
A blow is a touch to consciousness
when one loses one's fortitude
which you boldly contradict
of fate.
It seems to him that others
could understand more easily.
But the intention to succeed in
leaving a stamp on time,
makes him stronger.
Same as with
the opposition of fear
he was taking shape for the days
in which he will steadfastly stand
before the shadow of pain and
the cruel blows of life's hammer.
Steel gets its durability
only by heating and cooling.
Own downhill can be
challenge to conquer the dream
created from the night and the moon.
Indivisibility
Truth and
falsehood
conquer the
pebbles of the mosaic
by robbery
what are you
looking for
when life offers
you
various shapes
and forms
teeming with his
pulse.
In the notebook
of memories,
the smell
lingers the longest.
And they are
impassable desert
if all sources
have dried up.
The petals of
time extend it
its way through
the air.
Feelings that
restore faith
are driven by
life
what are you
patching
so the love can
bring the light
what goes
through you.
The human soul
is like glass.
If it breaks,
its pieces
are blown away
like sand
in the most
remote places and
they reflect
other people's light.
LIDIA RAZMOSKA TRIMOVSKA
LIDIA RAZMOSKA
TRIMOVSKA
was born in 1982 in Ohrid, Macedonia.
She started her journey in the world of literature in her high school
days. Writes poetry, short stories,
essays and book reviews. Her poetry has
been published in various magazines. She
has won awards at literary competitions.
She was a member of the literary clubs from Ohrid and Skopje, and was
actively involved in radio guidance and literary presentations. She is the author of the collection of poems
"Lake Sigh". She is an editor and presenter on the blog
"Firefly" (Светулка) on Facebook, where in addition to her works, she
publishes works by other authors. She lives and works in Skopje, Macedonia.
Superb! But I would like to contradict the poet's observation that "The human soul is like glass " for soul is not a substance, it’s energy! It would be more acceptable if the word 'soul' is changed to " heart"!
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