Sunday, January 1, 2023



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!




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.




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 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.


1 comment :

  1. 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"!