Skip to main content

MY WORDS

Thieves and thieves silence along with my words

Hi my inner children speak without tilting your head do not walk occasionally while digging his own grave promise me and hold my fingers 

see I am here in an abandoned black city the burials sun corpse friends

Only your eyes that still save the river when the mountains summarizes the sleep of the moon someone I call his name is the one who keeps the knife in the eyes stabbed my rhymes until I found delayed consciousness

God, I said like to friends presumably You are according to my preconceptions generous who is never poor pin it on my chest as an emblem of appreciation I promise, then I grip your fingers
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

IN GEOPARK CILETUH

Doddi Ahmad Fauji Not only in Andalas the hills line up as solemn as Gautama in uninterrupted retreat From the Panenjoan, it seems that they are in line beyond Sparta's ships who besieged Troy We're just dust beach arch and rock formation leaving a magic handprint The hand that drains the Seven Curug marking the lost Sawarna far away, on the horizon before names are given All fairy tales are inconceivable leads to an Authority And not in Cyprus, nor in Santorini The curse was recited, incarnating Simalakama form a row of spice forests being the snake whisper lodged in each of the pawned breath You, you know, my sweet Lucifer with a pair of pinkish red nipples are the twin cities, Bucharest and Budapest which is delayed I explore the curves but hopefully the day after tomorrow, the good is blessed Sukabumi, 2016 * Has been published in the poetry anthology Jangjawokan (2016)
Post a Comment
Read more

NOTE FROM THE FAJR PAGES

The pieces of this poetry book were composed with the spirit of sharing fortune like the kawis. Or as taught by the teachers, carrying the intention of dulce et utile. At least meet the rules of literature, even if only a speck. Thankfully there is knowledge. About the depth, ah that's far-fetched. Most importantly, not distant from the reader, the community. Because it narrates about daily life and the city. related to the occupants. Although there are actually a collection of old poems, which have not or have not found readers, except for yourself. Which was written when I was still in school. At FIB Undip, Semarang. But as suddenly, decades later, after communicating with the poet Almukarom Doddi Ahmad Fauji (DAF), I was moved to really want to reassemble the collection of poems scattered everywhere. Also in memories, which are very difficult to trace back. Because the power of memory, it turns out, is not much. Memories, it sucks to pretend to say; "What is so-so doesn'
Post a Comment
Read more

CONSISTENCY

A poem, if it is to be written in symbolic words, or with diction which symbolizes something, for example a symbol of nature, should be written consistently, from beginning to end. We do this, in order to make it easier for readers to understand the poetry we write. Especially for teachers, one of the audience for the poetry is students, then it is always an instinct to educate, it is born from the heart. If you want to write wild and free poetry, it means that the atmosphere of the socialization of the poetry must be in the realm of pure artists. But the teacher will always be on two legs. One leg, still in the education area, the other leg, may indeed reach the artistic area. About this consistency, sometimes I like to be surprised by the little things that make me ponder, whether this diction is needed to be changed, so that it is more in tune, or leave it at that, but maybe the reader can also understand and enjoy it. There is the phrase "sprig of the moon" in Lilis Gusti
Post a Comment
Read more