A Poem from Ljiljana Milosavljevic, Belgrade-Serbia

Ljiljana Milosavljevic, born 1952 in Belgrade-Serbia. Lives in Smederevska Palanka. Writes poetry and short stories.

One published book of poetry:
The Homeland of the Heart (2007)




Singular and Plural


I got up
It’s a holiday
Where should I start from
I won’t go far

The day will go by
As many others

I’m writing down my thoughts
As a trail
Of silence
This morning

I’m spilling words
To hear somebody

Why are you silent, song
Woodworms
Gnawing on the table’s leg
I’m waiting

It’s going to fall
And I feel like playing

Yesterday I made a mistake
With some bank account
Making believe I’m looking at something
Sinfully thinking of you

You always remind me
That I’m alive

Popcorns white
Crackling
Multiplying in the pot
Which way shall I go

To be whole
I cannot