Confession
Far from me,
fate removed
the voice, smile
and touch that I loved.
Yet hush my
heart, weep no more
let no sorrow
dim your core.
O, whisper to
me, please teach me
to smile again
as I am free.
When or where
shall my soul retire,
not to burn with
the heart on fire?
Me breath the
thought as I turn my eye,
yet upon my
breast, I can't lie!
I love thee and
want thee still
in my silent
grave, the nights are chill.
But I promise,
and I know at last
when the long
funeral will past
you will be mine
once again before I go
as my greatest
love or my bitterest foe.
(No More) Silence
No one can
silence me;
I won't be
stopped even by Death.
How many stars
grew in the sea?!
I could say it
in one easy breath:
A million! A
dozen! Under the water you see
constellations
fall on us, we are strangers
and none of them
are for me or thee
just lost in a
world that Lord arranges!
And yet, no one
can silence me
nor can wrap my
soul from dreams sublime
and though my
thoughts often rest with thee
it’s only the
balance in the hand of timid Time.
Renaissance
My essence of
existence is born
where most die
or have never been,
in a foreign
land, in a foreign city,
in an ugly
garbage dump,
on a completely
meaningless dry ravine.
The chirp of all
imagined Gods
wakes up where
others fall asleep
with the music
of a well-tuned piano
and my
forty-three preludes and fugues.
My rebellious
passion revives
with tiny thorns
all over my skin,
while yours is
depriving herself
of such simple
pleasures,
in the crevices
of desolate desires
where the
restless dreams begin.
We will all meet
again
in the gorge
which we’ve never crossed,
to bring back
the forgotten echo
of the life that
had been lost.
FROSINA TASEVSKA
FROSINA TASEVSKA was born in 1978 in
Shtip, Macedonia. She writes poetry for both adults and children, haiku, and
English poetry. Her poetry has been published in various magazines,
anthologies, and electronic collections. She received numerous prizes for her
poems. Published two poetry collections so far.
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