about a girl

A grandfather was walking through his yard when he heard his granddaughter repeating the alphabet in a tone of voice that sounded like a prayer. He asked her what she was doing. The little girl explained: "I'm praying, but I can't think of exactly the right words, so I'm just saying all the letters, and God will put them together for me, because He knows what I'm thinking." -Charles B. Vaughan

Saturday, May 07, 2005

buat tulip putih


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Buat Tulip Putih,

Tak ada cerita yg ku awali.

Saat mata ini terpejam,
Dan perut sakit krn keram,
Menahan tawa terbahak.
Petir menggelegar menghantam bumi.

Bau hangus tubuh terbakar,
Tubuh kering menahan terpaan dan cemooh dunia.
Terdiam berselimut malam di sudut ruang gelap,
Diatas karpet menghadap kiblat.

Alih-alih ingin bersujud,
tapi malah terpukau sinaran rembulan.
Yg berjalan anggun perlahan
membelah kalbu, sirnakan beku, obati lukaku

Apa yg hrs kusimpan di memory chip otakku.
Bila senyum itu, canda itu, tawa itu
Air mata…lara…nestapa..bahagia..nestapa..bahagia..
Hadir tiap kali aku berkedip.

Tak ada cerita yg pernah ku akhiri….



Pagi, 5 april 2005




terima kasih, gue suka banget :-)

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1 Comments:

  • At 12:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    apa nih mel. apa2an nih... ada org yg ngirimin lo puisi ini? gue tebak, cowo ya? ati2 mel, cowo2 yg nulis puisi itu flamboyan, muahaha... pantesan blog loe jd pink, lg djatuh tjinta toh... -rani-

     

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