The Dance Of Life
I fall and get
up, I dance again
I step quietly,
on my toes
Not to hurt you.
I caress the
air,
I gracefully
steal your sighs
I wear them in
the infinity of restlessness!
I spin in the air, in a circle,
Every moment to
catch
I hunt your every hope.
I jump and fall
I rise like a
phoenix!
The flame in the embers –
With a new view,
a new horizon
To stellar
heights.
I dance lightly
I swing like a
feather.
Don't stop me,
don't
I still play
That's the dance
of life!
I play
tirelessly
with sky blue
I wash the
world.
Don't change the
tune
I create the
fantasy
She will guide
me
Through troubled
waters
Until the end of
the dance, until the end of the century!
A Message
An old yellowed
book
On a dusty shelf
placed above
Silent and
crying, forgotten by everyone
Nailed me with a
half-step look.
Silently invited
me to lift it in my hands
Whispered to me
with excitement, secretly sincere,
Hug me and love
me and I will guide you
With each new
leaf to the primeval.
On an old
armchair, next to a flowery window
I held her to my
chest like a great gift,
I turn pages,
handwriting known,
seal of allegiance, from an old friend.
I'm falling in
love with the gentle words
From a long time
ago, told in a story
For life, for
love, for home
For my youth and
holy faith.
Time passed; the
gaze landed
On a page torn
from an old book,
Valuable message, in colored pencil:
"I am proud
of you, my daughter"!
A Night
Slowly, quietly,
you spread,
You glide
gently, like silk across the landscape.
The leaves are
rustling
Late blooming
roses smell.
A white cloud
hides the moon,
My gaze seeks a
guiding star
And there high
the Pole star is lighting
Singing a hymn
for the newborn night.
And this night
brings sighs
Someone regrets
a missed opportunity,
Someone regrets
the missed day
And someone is
thankful permanently.
Although you are
dark, you are a new hope
Only in the dark do stars fall,
Although you are
dark, you bring excitement
A new day rise
is waiting for us tomorrow.
Night! You are
not darkness, you are not black!
You are bright,
shiny, rediant
You are
inspiration, rest, relaxation,
You are a desire
released into space.
And this night
is blessed, an angel is born,
a baby's cry is heard!
Every night is
divine
Revealing a world hidden in you!
MIRA GEORGIEVSKA
MIRA GEORGIEVSKA, poet and writer,
born in Kriva Palanka, R. Macedonia. In her childhood and youth, she
participated and won prizes in numerous literary contests, and her poems were
repeatedly published in the magazine "Our World". She is a journalist
graduate of the Interdisciplinary Studies in Journalism at the Ss. Cyril and
Methodius University in Skopje. For many years she worked at Radio Kriva
Palanka, as an editor and host of many cultural shows. As a head of the NI
Culture Center Kriva Palanka (2018-2022), she activated the Literary Club
"Kalin"and successfully realized several literary events: the
International Poetry manifestation "Lyric Trembling", "We Read
and we listen to music", "Dance of words". On her initiative,
facebook group "Kalin - Club of poets and lovers of the written word"
was created. In 2021, she participated in the editing and publication of the
Poetic Almanac "The Inexhaustible Sources of Kalin". In the same
year, she participated in arranging and realizing the International Literary
Competition on a free topic on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of the
birth of the Academician Blaze Koneski. In 2022 she presented her modest
literary work at "Literary Meetings in Struga", and her two poems
"Rippling" and "Be a song", dedicated to Petko
Shipingarovski, were published in the Literature, Culture, and Art Magazine
"Rippling". In the same year, she participated in a contest for
children's songs, organized by Milica Paulus and Vera M. Samarjanin, in
cooperation with the MaBiH Association. Her songs were uploaded on YouTube, a
video entitled "Macedonian Children's Poetry“. At the poetry festival for
children on a free theme, by the same organizers, she received a Diploma for
first place and for the best interpretation. She lives in Kriva Palanka and
works at the NI Culture Center Kriva Palanka.
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