BRANKA VOJINOVIĆ-JEGDIĆ (MONTENEGRO)

BRANKA VOJINOVIĆ JEGDIĆ

WAITING FOR THE MORNING

An abandoned building

with a rotten roof

has become now

my sweet home

the dome of my dreams

collapsed forever

like never, my life is in ruins

and lost its dignity and gleam.

Our old, frosted bones

we heat by the fire

the bottle circles,

forgive me my Lord,

each man has his story

speaking of misery

for bitterness is too late

we are faced with such a bad  fate.

Without own shelter

in brotherhood of

these homeless men

hungry and almost bare

mist creeps into our hair

without job and hopeck

the morning brings us

a street washing truck.

TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH: ĐURĐA VUKELIĆ ROŽIĆ, (CROATIA)

The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry, book five, members anthology 2015

I CONFESS

The Lord called me to the last confession

In front of him I stand humble, and my eyes shine,

I know which door is opens for me

I never allowed fear to shout up.

The bill expires for all the failures

And the cries that nobody ever heard,

With tightened teeth, I order to the voice

Not to sing the song with a desperate scream.

Do you know, unfotunate - he told me sharply,

Meekness is your weaker side,

To rebel - that was more important to you

And you also have a lot of other faults.

As far as I was just tempting you

And you sowed that seeds of defiance

To repent - countless opportunities I gave you

But your choice was to treading thorns barefoot.

Forgive me, God, here I confess

All the sins I never commited

For a proud walk I'll never repent

And never for the goblet of delusions that I drank.

TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH: DAJANA LAZAREVIĆ (SERBIA)

COLLECTION ,,DŽP-digital IV“ 2017 (Čačak, Serbia)

ONE ORDINARY DAY

She doesn't care anymore,

For the meaning of the words,

They don't hurt her,

They don't mean anything to her,

She's hunting threats with defiance

Breaks them into pieces,

She's not afraid

Of their shards,

She greats them mockingly,

She laughs ironically

And looks indifferently

A very ordinary day,

A little rain,

A winter day without snow

So good

It can't be spoiled

Its whiteness,

Doesn't t listen to pathetics,

Doesn't like dramas,

Everything was said,

Everything has become a habit

Hatred is spread in air,

We are breathing it deeply

It says easily:

Come on, move your finger

On your favorite toy

Finish what you started.

TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH: DAJANA LAZAREVIĆ (SERBIA)

COLLECTION ,,DŽP-digital IV“ 2017 (Čačak, Serbia)

BRANKA VOJINOVIĆ-JEGDIĆ (MONTENEGRO)

BRANKA VOJNOVIĆ - JEGDIĆ was born in 1962. in Pljevlja. She lives in Podgorica, Montenegro. She writes poetry, prose, poetry for children, haiku poetry, satire, book reviews and collects folk proverbs.  She has received several awards for her work and has been presented in many magazines, joint collections, almanacs, panoramas and on the Internet, anthologies in Montenegro and abroad. She has published a book of poetry I tamo me ima (I am there, as well). Her second book  Ostajem u pjesmi (I will remain in the poem) is at the printers.  She collected and edited Pisma balkanskih žena (Letters by Balkan Women), poetry, 2015. She is a member of several literary clubs. A member of the Association of Writers of Montenegro, is an ambassador for haiku poetry from Montenegro, at the United Tanka and Haiku Society, USA, the largest international haiku association in the USA, thus informing the public about the haiku news in the Montenegro as well as among top 100 European haiku poets, by Krzystoff Kokot from Poland.