LJILJANA MILOSAVLJEVIC

LJILJANA MILOSAVLJEVIC

LOVE SONG

I don’t need a poet

you are the poetry inside me

Into the wind we throw words

smiles and quietude

Thoughts travel

through time

it flows

it doesn’t stand still

and we are inside of it

Who even mentions love

look at me

we already share a lasting one

LOVE

The encounter of winter

and spring

A new time

You are smiling

In the distance

the southern wind

is in your eye

Spring is

in my stride

colliding

with quietude

A POET’S GIFT

Orange-like moon is red

I glimpse it so that my eye makes it blue

your hands smell like basil

I compose you into a poem

and the clock is ticking in silence

What a strange kindness in you

as if I am sifting sand

with my skirt in knee-deep waters

and a golden grain shines

when I least expect it

And then I laugh like a child

mesmerized by the blue glow

reflecting myself in the poem

I forget about the fallen teardrop

that has fallen asleep at the corner of my lips

LJILJANA MILOSAVLJEVIC

LJILJANA MILOSAVLJEVIC, 1952 in Belgrade-Serbia. Lives in Smederevska Palanka. Writes poetry and short stories. One published book of poetry: The Homeland of the Heart (2007). Heaven in the river (2013). Her works appear in many collections of poetry and short stories. Her writings have been translated into Bulgarian and Polish.