Monday, September 17, 2012

Poem Challenge

Terkait dengan postinganku sebelumnya, inilah puisi yang iseng-iseng kami tulis. This is it!

This is my poem:

Gerak dan tawanya membuatku terpaku
terpana
Dalam ranah yang kusebut jiwa
Rasa itu, mengapa dia mesti ada?
Apakah ini cinta? 
atau hanya kamuflase sepi belaka?
Gamang menyengat kalbu 
Obor yang menerangi hatiku itu kamu
Namun semua rasa ini fana
kan menguap
lenyap

Ha ha ha. Rasa-rasanya puisi ini norak abiez. Tapi ya sudahlah. I'm having fun in the process to create it. 
\(^o^)/. 

Ini puisi temanku, sebut saja si R:

Cabut saja napas ini
cinta dan candu ini sudah merasuk ke dalam arteri dan venaku
Adalah kamu sebuah kenangan yang tidak bisa hilang dari sudut amigdala
Hirup semua kenangan tentangmu di pagi hari beraroma kopi...
pahit
Adalah aku yang ingin melupakanmu, kemudian mencintaimu
Yang mungkin sudah lelah memungut dan membuang kembali semua memori
Apa kabar, kamu? (aku melihat cincin itu dan tersenyum)

Kalo yang ini dari temanku, si O:

Dalam tiap hentakannya..
Ornamen-ornamen itu bergetar mengikuti iramamu..
Nanti...lihatlah nanti...
Getaran itu akan semakin abadi
Hanyut terbawa asa..
Ah, mungkin nanti...
Entah kapan
Ornamen itu akan kembali..
Pulang kembali
Pulang ke rumahnya..
Ada hati disana menanti

And the last one from my friend, I, it's quite a long post nee:

My heart skipped a beat.

A boy in white-red uniform was crossing down the street. He was skinny tall. His hair was brown, matched with his yellowish backpack.

Gosh... I just saw his back and was fortunate enough to see half of his face turning to the right side of the street.

How could he steal my breath away?

A junior high year passed with him in the same class. Not to mention the same swimming course outside class, twice a week. Not much chit -chat. Not many interactions. But I always looked his back, simply because my vision had to go straight to him to see the blackboard.

By the time, we went to separate high school. Different friends, different environment.

Often I reminisced his shadow through the pool we swam, the pizza table we met twice, or the intersection I met him at the first time. He was not there. But he's here. In my dream. In my mind. Maybe in my heart?

Jamming, but volatile. He's here and there. He's not here and neither there. He is forgotten. Gone with the wind.

Another summer coming to my city. I expected the sun was bright. Then a stranger came. He caught me at "hello" message in a social media account.

Nervous. Excited. Captivated. He comes back. He is near. He is here. 

Am I ready?

^^. That's all of the poetry for today. So? What do you think?

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3 comments:

  1. nice :), my favourite one is from E (i know whose poem is that :p)

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    1. Hmmm... Maybe because you experience the same problem? He he he. Unrequited love really is one of the greatest source of inspiration nee...

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    2. hmm, haha, maybe you're right..

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