TRAINS HAVE MERCY
Everything passes
only the trains have mercy
to repeat crossings
of names written on the luggage
a habit
to stay wavy
with confessions
for poured coffe when caressing
And a silent commitment
to see us off on the road
where we are longed for
by the lost pieces
***
A SCREAM
In the room of anxiety
you put on your naked body
the raincoat
And while leaving
you tell
about the sin
of the apple
In a lair of dried hay
to be awakened
by the scream
of hair turned grey
***
ON A BAD DAY
On a bad day
you shall see a reflection
unknown in the mirror
the tiles in the kitchen
you give shape and a name
On a bad day
with a Ravel's rhapsody
the clean space
changes the colour
and you can see the darkness
covering you with a blanket
Lydia Stefanovska - Ohrid, Macedonia