Thursday, January 13, 2011

No Title for Sorrow

I thought about you yesterday,
there was nothing new about that.
I thought about you all the days before
when I plucked roses from the garden
     in the morning,
when I blew off the lamps before sleepless
     demons came at night.

I thought about you in silence,
     arranged the most enticing bouquet
     of good news, smiles, and kisses

(But we were only imaginary pictures,
     fading from my mind as maggots multiplied
     amongst wilted roses, and through broken
     windows nightly demons raped my body.)




13 Jan 2011
a happy birthday
© Era Fiyantiningrum

Monday, January 10, 2011

In January Wind

I dared not to raise my hand to tap on your window
For fear the sound would be too sharp
      tearing the chrysalis you were working on
      (Why you were so hard trying to hide
      the loneliness, why you were so hard trying?)

If you, drying your hidden tears in the dark,
      hear held breathing outside your door,
      turn on your lamp, push open the door
You would see me there,
      trembling in January wind
      waiting by your door

                              Metro, 09/01/2011
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