POET.SLAVA BOŽICEVIĆ (CROATIA)

Slava Božičević, born in Zagreb, Croatia. Educations: medicine, journalism, ecological mesicine (miljőmedic.studie in Sweden, univ).

She worked as a profesional in all the abovementioned fields both in Croatia and Sweden. She lived and lectured in the schools of Sweden for 30 years. Slava writer short stories, essays, poetry, prose and aticles on human rights, world peace and ecology.

She is the author of four poetry collections: two are published in Eweden, and the other two in Croatia. Last book In defiance of time is tranleted into english and published in Prodigy edition, Arizona,USA, 2023…Her poems are found in more than hundred collections, antologies, almanacs and books published by houses in her homeland and abroad. Her poems are translated into Swedish, English, German, Italian, Romany, Serbian, Macedonian, Russian., Greek Albania.

She has won many awards for her work She har titles doctor honoris causa for literatur/ Serbia, for Peace and Human rights / Libanon, German,a title Ambasador in few country. 

POEM 1 

CATCH THE WIND

You came into my life silently.

Like the wind when caresses in passing.

As a gift you were giving me your kisses and verses

Flickering like the leaves of the high tree crowns

of the green giants.

There where the wind composes its symphonies.

The wind of happiness embraced us for a moment.

Catch the wind and ask him for me!

The harsh words were brought and carried

Away by the storm wind,

Sometimes the wind brings me

The familiar scent of your tobacco.

I have touched the breezy, cobwebby clouds.

I am singing the songs with no words

And the wind brings them to you as my gift.

Catch the wind and ask him for me.

POEM 2

THE BLESSED TIME

You have dressed me with your tenderness,

You keep me warm with your ardent love,

You rock me in the arms of happiness.

You have built the nest for me.

You live for me.

I have given you my heart as my gift. 

Ans all me.

I love to disappear in yours arms

And to forget the time.

POEM 3

THE SILENCE              

The silence is the ceremony

when the snow falls.

Then it is the quietest.

The silence is full of the universe energy

And it pulsates strongly when

the two are in love and keep silent,

The silence screams when you are restless,

empty or alone.

The silence is the deepest stillness.

The frosen ocean or the bottom of

the hell when the loved person dies in your arms

I feel the silence with all my senses

When by the silver moonlight I am walking

By the quiet sea and the soundless stars,

These guardians of our secrets are

Twinkling merrily.

Then I greet all those I love

And send them my hugs.

I wave with the greeting even to the beloved

ones who do not walk along with me any more.

Because they are somewhere.

There at the unknown address wrapped in the eternal silence.

The silence is the sanctity.

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©Slava Božicević

Editet By, Poet. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen Editor In Chief-PEN CRAFT Bangladesh.

Acknowledgment. BY

Poet.ANGELA KOSTA, ITALY

 

 

Published By.

poet.Tamikio L. Dooley, Michigan America.

Editor In Chief-PEN CRAFT literature.