tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16969323617820103462024-02-08T01:10:17.075+07:00Purple NookNenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-26943826616169083832015-01-15T14:46:00.000+07:002015-01-15T14:54:26.980+07:00The Melancholy of An Old Tree
There's nothing special here, in this park
but an old oak tree:
the branches are shivering
being hugged by lines of autumn rain
Up above the sky, a blue moon
watches over it suspiciously--
catching our names
beautifully carved in the cold of its trunk.
*linked in Creative Writing Ink and Hyde Park Poetry
Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-4104624677743552022012-07-29T17:32:00.001+07:002012-08-08T09:46:40.675+07:00Slice of Longing
This fresh thought came to my mind
when I was drying the
carpet under the morning Sun:
there was a slice of longing
slipped hesitantly in the sloppiness of Wednesday--
and I didn't want it
I hit the carpet hoping that the sudden thought
would be blown away together with the dust
in the crispy summer wind;
rather, the dust made me sneeze
I tried to remember the dream I dreamt Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-52274848600899386132012-06-19T23:32:00.000+07:002012-06-19T23:41:14.399+07:00Is There Anybody There?
When you are posing right under the rain of light
you got blind and deaf
of the look of the truth and the song of love
When you are now in total darkness
you hear all those voices you used to ignore are fading away
and begin to be so worried that you cried:
Is there anybody there?
Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-32218948674509520712012-05-12T10:46:00.000+07:002012-10-04T15:55:40.611+07:00You Jumped; I Jumped!
Photo courtesy: Roxana Munteanu
We jumped into the unknown world
The not-knowing was such a
mysterious pain:
We saw colors and darkness in
turn or at once
We moved and swam the style we’ve never
given a try
We tried to hold on something we
could't trust
And the doubt was always the
faithful shadows
The not-knowing was also a chance, however:
new colors would fill our Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-45073399899246839702012-03-09T21:11:00.004+07:002012-03-15T09:06:27.561+07:00Tomorrow is NineTomorrow is nine
may it be a sign:
the new path is flooded with warm sunshine
is chilled with lines of dozens of pines!
Tomorrow is nine
is mine!
* linked in Poetry Pantry #91 and Poets Rally #63Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-30650975141298263422012-02-26T12:57:00.000+07:002012-02-26T12:57:30.258+07:00Past and Future ChocolateI got a sweet little present:
a bar of wonderful chocolate
from a far away friend
a friend I might miss a lot
The chocolate is neither too sweet nor too bitter
it's fair sweet and little bit bitter
it's carved beautifully with a picture
a picture of the past and the future
I wished I could keep it forever
but alas, it will soon expire
have no choice but eat the chocolate
so I could feel it Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-66690688477355890592012-01-25T19:52:00.000+07:002012-05-11T18:44:37.434+07:00Dear Yellow Leaf
I always believe that green will always be your color. I always cherish your color of green; the symbols of life, spirit of life, beauty. You used to be up there hanging on a certain branch—so high that I hardly can reach you. But this makes me always longing to climb up the tree and touch you. As simple as that. I have never think of picking you and then putting you between pages of my Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-22631667747087646432012-01-22T11:18:00.004+07:002012-01-22T11:31:24.360+07:00A Package of Friendship
Just call it a package of friendship. Sealed.
Picture by Nia Janiar.
My friend is inside. My friend was free, sound and fun. But this box, unavoidably and unexpectedly trapped and wrapped a friend of mine on that very day. I said hello, but hardly could I hear a sweet answer. I wondered if the box and the seal which made it hard to hear any voices from inside. Or simply there was no answer.
Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-35296694952997390522011-12-10T19:47:00.006+07:002012-02-03T19:11:05.592+07:00The Entrusted Dream
Photo courtesy: Nia Janiar
(A railway which will lead the old train to the blue sky.... ;)....)
I have entrusted this dreamto an old train, leaving for the far away sky
Let me pray that this dream
will safely arrive in the far blue skyand cannot trace the way back home;for it only causes pain in the heart of mineto nourish it myself in this earth of mankind
Note:
Written for my Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-32584704507056890642011-12-10T08:55:00.002+07:002011-12-12T09:45:51.886+07:00Today's Wish________________________
In his eyes, trapped a line of rain
wish this rain would soon stop
and a rainbow rises in them....
_________________________
* Linked in Poetry Pantry # 79.Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-85625069077628801582011-12-05T21:16:00.002+07:002011-12-07T20:12:23.237+07:00Thick Longing
pic by Simon Howden
In the darkness of winter
I was wrapped by a thick blanket of longing
while shivering, I began to wonder
if you have the same feeling
*written for Carry on Tuesday #134 and Creative Writing Ink.
Also linked in Poetry Pantry #78Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-28684328343503655152011-11-29T23:28:00.002+07:002011-12-08T22:15:53.767+07:00
November has long goneran through the broken windowleaving a fragile black catalone sitting still on the window sillall day long ever since
November came back once a yearrummaging through the very same windowignoring the lonesome black cat,denying his dark shadow perched on the wallinside the shattered room of broken memory and leaving soon…
*written for Creative Writing Ink and Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-26675892486187567682011-11-21T23:03:00.003+07:002011-12-07T20:03:47.536+07:00The Wish
If that day has comeI want you to remember this:burry me in the depth of bottomless blue oceanwhere neither you can trace my tombnor spread flower petals over it on a chosen special dayalso you can hardly find a gravestone to lean on and cry
If that day has comeI want you to remember me as a sweet memoryThus, burry me in the depth of bottomless blue oceanwhere neither Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-69453816858297002422011-11-20T19:11:00.002+07:002011-11-20T21:41:25.006+07:00The Lady whom She HatesThe lady whom she hates is that lady you love
the lady who you call the princess of your heart
the princess of beauty and is surely lovely
for she is your very type you love her like loony
The lady whom she envies is that lady you admire
the lady who makes you happy, but often unhappy
because this lady was a princess of a lost kingdom
she is now full of doubts and worries of lonesome loomed
TheNenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-57329168157342481062011-11-16T00:37:00.001+07:002011-11-16T00:38:58.629+07:00The Accident
At that very moment, when I realized there was a car rushing into me, I suddenly remembered you!
I reflex dropped my black umbrella and closed my face with my two hands hoping that this act would save me from the car. I couldn’t think of any better way to get rid of the sudden incident. As I heard a sound of a brake suddenly hit and a long ear-breaking horn, a question came to my mind in an Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-33467786023819640432011-11-11T22:12:00.005+07:002011-11-12T06:08:02.687+07:00Red Bench Promise
It wasn't raining that day
Rain was trapped in my eyes
I faked the smile, saying good bye
but I've never been a good liar
Those soothing words you said
I packed neatly along with a handful of hope:
in this park with a red bench, we'll soon meet
On the back of the bench, I sit today
saving my shoes from the splashing mudas I am worry about them:how if they get dirty,
then I would stain your Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-67870245054088145792011-10-23T21:44:00.000+07:002011-10-23T21:44:08.600+07:00I Hear the Silence
Picture courtesy: Nia Janiar
I know it’s not easy for you, so does for mewe used to hear voices: happiness and laughtersadness and silent criesin the small package we call friendship
We used to find each other’s eyesfor they keep a naked mystery, all memories,as mystery is always about curiositywe find joy living in it, make fun of it
As now the mystery speaks the truth itselfwe are Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-48037814013753631702011-09-27T22:09:00.001+07:002011-09-27T22:11:28.337+07:00Haiku: A Seed of SunsetThis haiku is written for The Poetry Palace which has given me a Perfect Poet Award for Poets Rally Week 52.
Thanks to Ava for choosing me and The Poetry Palace for the award... :)
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Thank you, Poets Rally. Now, I nominate Jesse S. MitchellNenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-62749626862342703322011-09-11T13:01:00.007+07:002011-09-11T20:02:24.582+07:00The Window
Photo Courtesy: Nia Janiar
(A window in Museum Konperensi Asia-Afrika—Bandung, West Java, Indonesia)
When I look into your eyesI feel like sitting in a small and dark roomwith a small window
Through the window, I see the world outsideFrom the window, I get a shaft of light
—but it's limited to a square of windowsill
How I wished I sat in a roomwith many of windowsTo see more, to get moreNenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-63162112420744568122011-08-28T00:48:00.004+07:002011-09-23T22:06:58.441+07:00The Rain of Cold Memories
Image courtesy: Creative Writing Ink
In the darkest of rainy night
a street lamp found a girl
standing under a nearby tree—
—the rain of cold memories washed her through and through...
*Note: written for Creative Writing Ink.
Also linked in Poetry Pantry #64 and Thursday Think Tank #67.
Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-56536267328901936082011-08-17T16:08:00.002+07:002011-08-17T19:01:08.697+07:00Moving Forward?
Image Courtesy: ~L/Untitled Moments
I'm stuck here.
Suddenly, I'm so afraid to move forward since I'm not anymore sure about the reason of why I should make it through. But I can't go back. It's a long journey to come here. Considering many aspects, going back is not an option; that's not reasonable to do.
My eyes wander about the vast field of wheat: searching for a sign or an answer Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-32569022158937366402011-08-14T09:36:00.001+07:002011-08-14T09:49:10.230+07:00Whisper
A red corolla
overheard careless whisper:doldrums of august!
*written for Haiku Heights #56Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-76123078918395529262011-08-13T05:22:00.000+07:002011-08-13T05:22:23.442+07:00Lost with You
We are here not because we want to, right?
but because we have to
And all have-to things are never completely sincere
or fun or strong
We are here not because we want to
but for a journey we've never planned
and all unplanned things finally will lead us
back to the track
or to manuver
if coming back is not possible
We are here not because we want to
the red balloons we bought on the way
Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-58974330051041008522011-08-07T11:15:00.003+07:002011-08-16T09:48:48.739+07:00Melancholy of a Street
Giorgio de Chirico, Mystery and Melancholy of a Street
When a whispher of farewell is getting louderand the smell of good-byes is starkerthat is when you will feel it:the melancholy of a street
You count your steps and stopsmemorize the alleys and turns and slopesplant in mind the smell seed of the air and the all town's treat: what a melancholic of the about-to-leave street!
*Nenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663250239152621476noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696932361782010346.post-72605891726160764272011-08-07T10:10:00.000+07:002011-08-07T10:10:08.902+07:00Mediterranean Sun
Mediterranean Sea: Fethiye—Turkey
You are my sunshineset in a Mediterranean seaso far away from my country
That I could bring you homeit’s such extraordinary,a perfect memory,and a pride of me
You are my sunshineperfectly round and beautifully orangethat the sea water is willing to change color
*written for Saturday Centus by Jenny Matlock
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