By Evi Manalu
The wind carried the song twilight
licking scented torches in the distance the day
heart pounding blend
The wind comes again
This time a rain storm
no greeted
no shaking
Under the Ayana umbrella
there are steps that had agitated
Under the Ayana umbrella
There is a step further restless
April 27, 2012
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Evi Manalu. Lives in Jakarta.
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Apr 28, 2012
Dec 20, 2011
Fading Joy
By Rbe Pramono
The sky is dark and cold and gloom
and thy fragrance of love to the mist disperses;
Slowly our memories creep out of the room
where once united our two universes.
Flirting my soul with thy fading smiles,
the moon launches my senses to the emptiness.
Shall I bridge the distance of a thousand miles
and bring thee back to swim in the sea of madness?
Tonight thou come to my silent rim;
oh sweet rose, I lost the wind thou breeze,
it slips away and come what may.
Hence, through the leaves I whisper my dream
and let the bees thy crimson joy squeeze
and bequeath this love to dim light to slay
Yogyakarta, November 29, 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.
The sky is dark and cold and gloom
and thy fragrance of love to the mist disperses;
Slowly our memories creep out of the room
where once united our two universes.
Flirting my soul with thy fading smiles,
the moon launches my senses to the emptiness.
Shall I bridge the distance of a thousand miles
and bring thee back to swim in the sea of madness?
Tonight thou come to my silent rim;
oh sweet rose, I lost the wind thou breeze,
it slips away and come what may.
Hence, through the leaves I whisper my dream
and let the bees thy crimson joy squeeze
and bequeath this love to dim light to slay
Yogyakarta, November 29, 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.
Jul 20, 2011
Yesterday
By Kembara Gelungan Hitam
land never revenge on a wave
faithful to steal the edge
none a second occurred to collect
of understanding to the uterus
because all just the while
there is no eternal in the grain of sand
mud contaminated, until
white makes it gray
love and hate
like a thin fog which arrives
cool left in the air
winds off the coast of the children playing
with the joy of his childhood
; like yesterday
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
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Kembara Gelungan Hitam. Woman poets, often wrote poems and prose writings. Very productive in the work. Living in Cikarang.
land never revenge on a wave
faithful to steal the edge
none a second occurred to collect
of understanding to the uterus
because all just the while
there is no eternal in the grain of sand
mud contaminated, until
white makes it gray
love and hate
like a thin fog which arrives
cool left in the air
winds off the coast of the children playing
with the joy of his childhood
; like yesterday
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
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Kembara Gelungan Hitam. Woman poets, often wrote poems and prose writings. Very productive in the work. Living in Cikarang.
May 31, 2011
Ode to Sunset
By Dalasari Pera
twilight none other than the closet, its contents form a pile of taste and memories of the folded so neatly. occasionally open it then open it also folds, sometimes worn on the body and then fold it back. also occasionally make it just looked blank and izrael for our scripts.
at other times, dusk to table the busiest ever find. thousands of appointments lined up there, the stories accumulate mutual joys and sorrows. childhood fairy tales were leaping into the chest when the drizzle became the most expensive toys that go with you. legend or romance that spilled from the poet arrays when the occasional rainbow arched like a hug.
Belawa, Makassar, February 11 2011
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Dalasari Pera. Often write poetry, especially in the social network site, facebook. Working in the Education Office, Makassar.
twilight none other than the closet, its contents form a pile of taste and memories of the folded so neatly. occasionally open it then open it also folds, sometimes worn on the body and then fold it back. also occasionally make it just looked blank and izrael for our scripts.
at other times, dusk to table the busiest ever find. thousands of appointments lined up there, the stories accumulate mutual joys and sorrows. childhood fairy tales were leaping into the chest when the drizzle became the most expensive toys that go with you. legend or romance that spilled from the poet arrays when the occasional rainbow arched like a hug.
Belawa, Makassar, February 11 2011
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Dalasari Pera. Often write poetry, especially in the social network site, facebook. Working in the Education Office, Makassar.
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