FROSINA TASEVSKA

 

 

Once Upon A Time

 

Once upon a time, with a twinkle in our eyes

resembling moonlight and a small gentle touch,

flickers awaken amidst hungry packs of mermaids.

We used to skip wheat fields and flower meadows.

We used to wait breathlessly for the sunset,

running to catch the breath of the wind while

he pushed our longing into our palms.

Ants crawled like leeches.

We used to welcome the dawn,

tired, with kisses arranged like a pearl necklace.

We once lived our dream for life.

Now there is nothing as if it never existed,

as if we had never been there.

 

Too soon, the cold froze our blood, surprising us.

Let's light a fire. May the fire not be extinguished,

so that our name and memory will live on.

© Frosina Tasevska, Macedonia

 

It's Beautiful

 

It's nice to know that you exist

untamed sea waves.

What are you doing under the baton

of the playful summer wind?

You are an insatiable seeker of sighs

on the bridge of two closenesses,

and it's nice to know you're there,

somewhere, near the drawn clouds

on a crumpled sheet of paper.

You - source and outlet of solar flares,

mother-of-pearl strewn on the shore

from new expectations.

You don't even know that the waves

tell loud whispers forgotten on the stony ground.

 

Time reveals untold things

that tickled my scratched tongue.

You don't even know, but it's still nice, yes.

It's nice to know that I'm a caress in your heart

with each rebirth of the day.

© Frosina Tasevska, Macedonia

 

Silence

 

Let's communicate through silence,

gazing at the same stars under the vast sky.

I am on one end, and you are on the other end.

So let's keep quiet. Together.

Our words will resonate through the silence.

Sit next to me. Sit down.

Let your thoughts expand, envelop me,

and be still in the rhythm of your breathing.

We can't sleep because the moon is more

important to us than the night.

Let's be silent together. By keeping silent

we will hear the stray dogs

howling, their throats starving.

Let's forget all forms of

communication without touch.

And come sit next to me. Sit down.

Let's be silent together, embracing.

Let's erase our shadows.

There has been darkness in our chests for too long.

May the days dawn with peace.

© Frosina Tasevska, Macedonia

 

FROSINA TASEVSKA

 

FROSINA TASEVSKA was born in the Republic of Macedonia. She is a bilingual poet and writer. She writes in English and Macedonian languages. She has authored two solo poetry collections. She is an active member of various literary and creative platforms. Her writings are part of several national and international magazines, newspapers, journals, and anthologies. She has won many awards for her write-ups. She holds the degrees of B.Ed. (English) and currently, works as an educator.