SLAVKA BOŽOVIĆ

SLAVKA BOŽOVIĆ

Remembering The Last Dance . . .

I remember the events of the old evening,

when I agreed to go to the ball with them,

since then grief has been measured in decades

a, my heart breaks when I think of that June night.

It was our unique evening,

I wore the dress he bought me,

a hug shone around my neck instead of a necklace,

and through a kiss he whispered to me:

"My love, you will be the most beautiful tonight".

Holding hands on the podium,

we stopped, loud applause shaking the hall,

we enjoyed the beauty we shone with

and not realizing that this was our last dance.

And now it’s like I hear those firm footsteps,

and a striking expression sewn to the lash.

As I intertwined my steps, I also touched the clouds

and his firm hands turned me into a bird.

There is still indescribable sadness in my heart,

and the outlines of the time when the night was crowned,

our last dance that is divine,

the game of bad luck overshadowed everything.

I still keep the cloak of blue tulle,

I never wore his dress again,

a sad swallow nestled in my heart

it reminds me of dancing and lost love.

Maybe sometimes he hears the melody of this song

I will ask the wind to carry it to him,

to whisper to him that my eternal restlessness remains,

and packed pain in a letter without an address. . .

© Slavka Bozovic

Montenegro

You Gave Me Wings. . .

Remember my first song?

Written, with a pen of pain,

Fountains were pouring out of my soul,

With a heart, dead in half.

You suddenly appeared,

With a tear in my eye, I called you,

I saw you as an Angel,

Which landed from a galaxy.

I asked for heavenly grace,

I knelt on my knees,

With enlightened hands,

Your love has revived me.

Now I write songs about happiness,

The heart healed light,

As I write with you, I breathe,

You gave me the wings of an angel.

© Slavka Bozovic

Montenegro

Do Not Worry . . .

Insomnia dresses fit me nicely

I sewed one and indigo color

If your peace is defiled, remove them from your heart

and be happy, don't worry about me.

Listen, now the cosmos is echoing softly

drinks the distance from my fingers

The celestial spindle binds us with threads

Don't worry about sadness and my sleepless nights.

I scan your feelings with a sigh

the purest that is born in an instant

Just like painting the wind with colors

the smell of constellations or the taste of water.

Don't worry about the excessive cloud of longing

sleep like an angel,

let the sun wake you up

Maybe one day I'll come to you in my dreams

And melt the pain of longing, with warm kisses.

Don't worry about me just be happy

hide your sorrow so that no one sees it

The wind when he puts me on your chest

the stars will testify that we have always loved each other.

© Slavka Bozovic

Montenegro

Summer Nights. . .

Summer evenings whisper to the stars

the carnival dances through the heavenly eye

and our silences intertwine there

to reopen the longing deeply

Contours call us night crowns

we want to wander endlessly

a winding aber can occur

that the other good is somewhere out there

And that often happens by who knows which way

the hands on the clock match

our only witness is the moon yellow

That our thinking in orbit fuses

At least we meet so much

how much heaven gives us strength

no one can trace us

The moon is hiding us on this summer night. . .

Slavka Božović

Montenegro

The Hand Of An Angel . . .

Do you remember, my first songs

Written in pain with ink

the fountain poured out of the soul

With a heart, half dead

Suddenly you showed up

Those tears called to you

You tamed all my pain

You raised me with an angelic hand

And I asked Heaven for mercy

You gave it to me nobly

He hugged me with a friendly heart

The magic of empathy revived me

Now I write songs about happiness

The heart composes a song

I write and breathe with you

Thank you, my heavenly angel,

© Slavka Božović

Montenegro

SLAVKA  BOŽOVIĆ

SLAVKA BOŽOVIĆ was born on 1965. in Niksic - Montenegro, where she graduated from the School of Economics and lives, works and creates in her hometown. She created poetry from her early childhood, and was a member of numerous recitation, acting and creative sections. Her works have been presented in more than 80 regional and world anthologies and joint collections, and have been translated into several world languages. She also has a significant share in electronic journals, domestic and foreign websites, as well as on radio frequencies where it is heard on all meridians. She has won numerous high awards: statues, medals, charters, plaques, diplomas, certificates ... at local and international festivals. Her poetry is highly ranked in the world. Slavka was named captain of world poetry at the world's most visited forum "StoriMirron" She is also the guardian of world poetry and the winner of the bronze medal for 2020 from - Silvio Bartolazio - president of world poetry. As a dedicated humanitarian activist who participates in contributing to the spread of love for peace and tolerance of humanity Slavka was inaugurated as an ambassador of peace for Montenegro and the winner of the prestigious "Icon of Peace" award. She also received the international title of Ambassador for Culture and Creativity from the International Cultural Forum for Humanity and Creativity. The Luso-Brazilian Academy of Arts and Poetry awarded Slavka Bozovic the title of academic coordinator of Montenegro. Slavka is an exemplary wife and mother of three adult children - academic citizens.