Friday, November 1, 2019

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC



MILENA VUKOJE
STAMENKOVIC

An Instant

I`ve busted like a boil
And still did not feel better
An instant of ecstasy
And only
A tiny piece of sleep

Slime is gone
I`ve busted like a boil
The wound remained
A friend
A trusted girl friend
Asked me
Why…

My country
And hers
No longer were
The same country







Days

Without each other
Days will not
Go anywhere

Being half-hearted
Is contagious
World does not forgive it
Nor does it understand

Cruelty- a virtue
For many
A well-paid virtue

People in computers
In that airless space
Can be opened by a button
A place
In which it is easy
To be exactly who you are
Does not exist







Mother

When the loved one is gone
The world becomes a dungeon
When mother is gone
The childhood world is gone
Gone is the thread that held us together
With our beginning from ancient times
Gone the woman, and the man and our part of   the universe
Everything becomes different.
We have lost
A part of us
We are heavier by that pain and sadness.
We grow old
Graves frequently become our company


MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC is a journalist, writer and translator. She was born in Serbia but lives and works in Bern, Switzerland.  She writes poetry and stories. Your poetry is published in many national and international paper magazines, online magazines and anthologies. She published 9 poetry and 4 story books. She is member of the Serbian writer`s society (UKS) and the Swiss writer`s society (AdS).

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