SLAVKA BOŽOVIĆ

 

A Gift From The Gods

 

I don't know where the sources of creativity come from

to flow from the depths of poetic souls

and like the torrent of a mountain stream

during empathy they flow into the sea of dreams.

 

Is it the gift of heavenly messengers

pulses with blessing through the aorta of the heart

giving birth to light through the endless fields of poetics

creating incredibly enchanting images.

 

Probably the gods thought and agreed

to nestle in the poet's bird's eye

underfoot, stretching the charms of the galaxy

so at night they grasp the scrolls with the fingers of spirituality.

 

Poets are angels who fly in the saddle of clouds

through the secret labyrinths of the pink world

diligently dancing in poetic flower meadows

and like bees they collect sweet deeds in the hives.

©Slavka Božović

 

Life Is A School

 

Life is a big school

He gives us all kinds of tests

Sometimes it makes us happy

Sometimes it makes us very sad.

 

Breathe in the adrenaline for the experience

Put dreams in the pockets of the soul

The windows of the future will open

And a sketch of a vision of reality.

 

Everything around us that is happening

It is a challenge to our temperament

Experience solves obstacles

With a goal it is much simpler.

 

The experience of life is a mother

For plans for a better tomorrow

Let's be ready for oscillations

Embracing the light every morning.

 

Resurrected

 

Remember my first song

I wrote it in the ink of pain

I opened the faucets on my soul

The heart was half beating.

 

You suddenly appeared

I called you with a dry tear

You tamed all my sorrows

I felt you like an angel.

 

I asked Heaven for mercy

You gave it to me, You

You gave me the hands of your heart

You reborn me with the magic of touch.

 

Now I write songs about happiness

I collect stars, a swarm

I write and breathe with you

You resurrected me my angel.

 

SLAVKA BOŽOVIĆ