VERA CVETANOVIC

VERA CVETANOVIC

INJUSTICE

It has a different mask for every person

And an expression coloured with irony

It flickers in other people’s misfortunes

It falls into enthusiasm when it breaks your heart

It finds its reasons everywhere

Whatever is human, it isn’t of its kind

Blind

It flourishes in other people’s pain

Horrifying and hard

It threatens to reign and perpetuate

It gets savage like a storm

It runs wild

It cannot stop

It shatters itself into little winds

It fails

It strays into the darkness

It often crushes itself

together with its victim.

ONCE

Once

When the Sun goes up

And gives me a sign with its hand

I will raise my head

Towards the loud calling

Once I hear the song

Of a returning bird

I will follow

I will find a new Pompey

Where fresh roses grow

From stone

Where silence

Talks about life

Where even those who suffer

Are blessed

Where the mouth of the wind

Calls for thunders

I will set off

I will find

A new Pompey

THE DAWN

The morning star spins a yarn

The dream cracks

In the awakened hours of the morning

Somebody has removed

The longing from my face

The crunchy crust of the sky

Gets red

It blasts the embers

My hands are full of

Golden and blazing sunrays.

VERA CVETANOVIC

VERA CVETANOVIC is a professor of Serbian language and literature who lives and works in Babusnica.. She deals with editorial and journalistic work as well as proofreading and book editing. Vera writes poems for children and adults, stories, dramas, essays, professional literature (translated into Bulgarian, Italian, English language). She is a co-worker to many journals, anthologies and also known as a winner of many awards. She has published twenty-three books. Vera Cvetanovic is the member of the Association of Srebian writers.