honestly
I want to create poetry
as you do
in the last seconds of aridity
but all revealed betrayed me
with you hide
in your fake greeting cracks
I am now stuck mute
on the lap of sad daydream
which has long been abandoned
by the beauty of sincerity
when you are busy
struggle with your ancient diction
I was even silent
in an unreasonably empty verse
really sad to be me
with a body of images that lacks aura
really happy to be you
with thousands of romantic verses
you serve on a sweet tray
how long should I be alone without poetry
how long am I barren without rain
could it be that I am dying
because there is nothing beautiful anymore
to be able to write on the word mosaic
even your smile has become poison
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Solo, Sat, 11th May 2019. 3:23 pm
'with love and peace'
Suko Waspodo
antologi puisi suko
kompasiana
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ilustr: Anna Chromy
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