MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

A WOMAN ON THE WALL

A step

A short walk

To eternity

A word

Than came out of your birth-skin

Faded from the drifts of the past

The hard time of every day

The sun…

But without any heat

Warm air

A sweet scent

From far away

A closed box

Peace

On these current meadows

It is narrow

And faceless

A woman

Just out

Of my head

Wants me

To pay her a visit

How can I ?

We are divided

By the arrow and the box

I put her back on the wall

My head is better

The woman on the wall

Just keeps watching me

 

MY CHILDERN

My children are

The three arms of my heart

Eyes of the world

Through witch I roam

The universe

Of my starting point

They`re all I have

My wrinkles disappear

Within their feet

Past years

Do not count

They are the joy of life

The future of eternity

The cosmos in my hands

They go and come back

They come and go

Bigger and more beautiful

Stars keep dancing

In their eyes

Without them everything

Would be simply worthless

And while I look at them

It is clear to me

For happiness – this is enough

FOR MY MOTHER

Although you are not here

Long

Far too long

In my thoughts

I keep walking

Along our paths

On my lips I feel

Coffees we had at the « Moscow“

The scent of Tasmajdan

On the Mt Avala- violets

We keep stopping

Quarding each other`s back

Holding each other

Smiling

Talking

Even when the lips are sealed

Bathed in tears and dreams

Breast- fed by you

I keep walking and making myself sleep

Leaning my head towards grass

I whisper

To this ant

The wizard

To find you

To producte you

To bring you back

For one day

For me

For me

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC is a journalist, writer and translator. She was born in Serbia but she is living for more than 25 years in Switzerland. She writes poetry and stories. She is a member of the Serbian writer`s society (UKS) and the Swiss writer`s society (AdS). She lives and works in Bern.