leaves are rustling with your hair when you look through the window, vines curl up your back telling you stories of dissipating days and dreams,
you wait for him to say
to say
you wait
for things
not to happen
for a kiss that leads to no more
for hands to let go
for words to not be said
for teardrops to fall from the brink of her nose
for the night to end
for boredom and sleep
for every failure to rest and sink in
and never be forgotten
you wait for them to stay
to stay.
first draft of this poem had been recited here
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Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas was born in Jakarta, 19 August 1979. She studied English Literature in Universitas Indonesia, Depok (2003) and received her masters in The Gothic Imagination from University of Stirling, Scotland (2005).
She is one of the founders of Komunitas BungaMatahari, a mailing list-based Indonesian poetry community that have embraced many poetry enthusiasts with its catchphrase “semua bisa berpuisi” or, roughly translated, “poetry for all”. She is also involved in Selatan, a literary journal, and Paviliun Puisi, a monthly open mic event--both managed by her and her like-minded friends.
She currently resides in Jakarta, trying to find balance between writing and day-to-day living.
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for teardrops to fall from the brink of her nose <--- wih ...kereeen
untuk setiap kata yang tak terucap
dan tanya yang tak terjawab
dan air mata yang tak terlihat
aku masih terus menunggumu