LATINKA DJORDJEVIC

LATINKA DJORDJEVIC

NOVEMBER

In the sunlight

autumn whispers,

wind tells all his tales that

make us chilled to the bone,

chimneys cough,

clouds become empty,

and soul longs for warmth.

Leaves get squashed

like some old song

wish goes deaf

ideals disappear,

some strange incense

climbs towards heaven.

The river we love

changes its appearance,

disheveled river bank shivers.

A leaf becomes golden, golden....

it falls down....

and...dies.

FOR THE LAST TIME

The blue coat

The blue scarf

The blond hair

The blue skies

All  this blue

fades away.

MAGIC

With a silver star

I decorate my hair,

and raise my hand to cover the skies

in order to pass my discomfort onto you,

then I set sail on the river of love.

I begin dancing

at the edge of the moon

dispeling this intoxicating moment,

and with a storm of freezing tears

I flood them both.

Reality shall become blurred,

my footsteps shall disappear.

Heart crazed with a ballad

shall put sticky kisses to sleep.

Everything shall be-

pure magic until dawn.

LATINKA DJORDJEVIC

LATINKA DJORDJEVIC was born in 1951 in Zemun. She has been living in Zurich since 1995. Tiny thread that used to connect her former work and poetry,with the arrival in Zürich blossomed info true love of poetry. Her poems have been published in several magazines, websites and  conference proceedings. At the moment, she is preparing her first novel. Latinka DJordjevic has been the  secretary of the Association of Serbian writers in  Switzerland for several years. Thus, between her work and her writing, she keeps running back and forth between youth and old age.