FROSINA TASEVSKA

 

 

Me And The Dead Poets

 

I scattered through time like a silent messenger

in the heart of the dead poets.

There, after the dried stubbles

I was waiting for a new crop of words

To get me drunk when my thirst was unquenchable;

To feed me when my hunger was immaculate;

To collect me, and like altar bread to distribute me. 

There, in the hearts of dead poets,

I settled in as a refugee without refuge.

And I'm still waiting for them to scatter me

like a reliable and loving seed

on the fallow lands and hills.

 

Love Bites

 

I love the way you leave your mark on me,

with your love bites like a sweet pain.

My love will never cease to be

but you must tell me is my love in vain?

 

Oh, beautiful creature!

I am seeing you heighten my senses.

With splendid charms given by nature

you and your smile leave me defenseless.

 

I love the way you bite me with your words

in the morning with the sound of the birds.

It’s like a kiss that lasts forever.

I wish we could spend more time together.

Feeling tense beyond our control

with such passion in my soul.

In life, love surely bites all.

By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall!

 

Elegy Of Autumn

 

Millions of your yellowed leaves

Are blown by The Autumn Wind.

Like primordial water,

They flow through the veins,

And I am spilled ink amongst them.

The same as today, the same as yesterday.

 

Million occasional passersby

Step on your stone path day by day, every day.

Аnd I am a lost traveler without a signpost.

The same as today, the same as yesterday.

 

Elegy Of My Youth!

 

I was caressing your forgotten sighs

in the unawaken mornings;

I was untangling all your

Gathered cobwebs under the old eaves;

Only you to be the same as others,

And I - different from those, the millions.

 

So today, the same as yesterday,

I’m different from the others but not for you.

For you, I am still the same among those, the millions.

And I’m asking you why all of this? Why?

Please, give me back my never-promised tomorrow!

© Frosina Tasevska, Macedonia

 

FROSINA TASEVSKA

 

FROSINA TASEVSKA, hailing from Shtip, Republic of Macedonia, is a versatile poet and writer proficient in both English and Macedonian languages. With two solo poetry collections to her credit, Frosina's literary prowess extends across national and international platforms, including magazines, journals, and anthologies. Recognized with numerous awards, she seamlessly weaves her words into compelling narratives. Alongside her literary pursuits, Frosina serves as an educator, bringing her passion for language and creativity to the classroom.