you stood glossed in front of me.
like an antique.
and everything else just stopped.
like almost dead.
you stood blurred in front of me.
like a shadow.
like a demon.
and the rest just faded away.
like a small feather.
like almost gone.
21 january 2001
“bagaimana sembuh dari asmara, kecuali dengan perang?” (centhini – kekasih yang tersembunyi, hal. 31)
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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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6 thoughts on “of seeing you behind my tears”
an old poem?
yes. like myself. hehe.
yer, older of course q:
i think it's darker..
“you forget to open your windows,” you said.
the wind stood still
as if the sun fell ill
“stop me! i am tearing this month's page”
its too late to blow the candle as it already turned into swan.
behind those tears
in cloudy eyes
there i am
whispering your name
its too low to say your name as you fade away
in my shadow