Eclectic Verbose @methoughtso - Tumblr Blog

Nyalaku.

Kau nyala,

dalam unggun api yang semakin kelabu.

Kau rona jingga,

dilakar pada lukisan,

melempar dampak terang benderang.

Kau anugerah yang menyinariku — berulang kali, lagi dan lagi.

Kau, nyalaku —

sepanjang sepuluh dekad bulan yang telah berlalu,

dan yang akan kunjung datang.

- - -

You shine,

within the bonfire growing grayer.

You're the tangerine hue,

detailed onto the painting,

casting a bright and shining reflection.

You are the grace that lights me up — repeatedly, over and over again.

You, my miraculous ember —

for a decade of moons ago,

and those yet to grace the sky.

#methoughtso #MuayyadHaris #Nyalaku

Miracle x Heaven.

In the dimness of my heart, i am not going to let you go just yet —

Not now;

Not ever.

Although I was good at letting people go

Or cats.

I am rooting for you, hold onto you in my prayers—

In this arduous time,

In this rollercoaster ride,

In this uncertain universe.

I am going to keep praying for your success.

Till the end.

- - -

Dalam redupnya hati, aku enggan sama sekali melepaskanmu pergi,

Bukan kini;

Bukan kelak.

Meski kebiasaanku melepaskan siapapun pergi

Termasuk kucing.

Kau tetapku pegang dalam doa, seikhlas pengharapan—

Di saat yang penuh tentangan ini,

Di perjalanan naik turun silih berganti,

Di semesta yang tidak terduga.

Tiada henti kumohon kejayaan buatmu.

Sampai akhir.

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Owl and Pussycat, Some Years Later

So here we are again, my dear, on the same shore we set out from years ago, when we were promising, but minus - now - a lot of hair, or fur or feathers, whatever. I like the bifocals. They make you look even more like an owl than you are. I suppose we’ve both come far. But

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“I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you “have something to say.” I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The “unsayable” thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it.”

— Rebecca Lindenberg, from Why Write Poetry? (via violentwavesofemotion)