Saturday, February 5, 2011

Story of My Love Letter

I wrote my poem and flew it through the wind.
An outcast picked it up and recited my longing
     for you easing his homesickness

My loneliness was beauty. Even the moon cried
hearing the lucid poignancy of yearning,
lovers embraced each other,  warmed their hearts
in the midst of cold tears shed from the sky

My precious solitude was now heavier with hope,
but the same rain faded your address on the map.
My poem lost track of the road signs to reach you:
words ended up filthy in big city ditches!

13-18 January 2011
© Era Fiyantiningrum