Saturday, December 1, 2012


Woman On The Floor


A silent small surreptitious room with a tightly locked door.
 A young lady contemplating her life while lying on the floor. 

The ingénue lays her down gently, she whispers in her ear.
Words after words slowly, everything she wants herself to hear. 

She's wondering how it is she stays sane.
She thinks about it over and over again. 

"What is the purpose of my life?"
"Why is life as sharp as a knife?" 

"Where do I go from here?"
"Can I go forward and leave my fear?" 

Words keep spinning in her head like they should.
Jagged lines, empty syllables, elision absurd. 

Infect her with inspiration.
Heal some of her frustration. 

Come the idea to finish the imbroglio.
Into the liquor cabinet the ingénue and her shadows go. 

Yes, all she needs is a bottle of elixir.
So she could flee into the atmosphere.

(Bety Aswardhani, Dec 1st, 2012)

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  1. Aku selalu suka rhyme dalam bahasa Inggris. Dan ini bagus sekali ^^

    1. Huwaaa... dikunjungi oleh Nina. Makasih, makasih. Lagi belajar ini. Mohon masukannya. :))

  2. hmmm...klo dijadiin lirik lagu pasti tambah ciamik ini :-D

    1. Wah, ide yang menarik. Tapi terus terang, yang lebih jago musik itu adikku. Aku mah buta. Kak Andri bersedia membuatkan nadanya? Btw, Makasih sudah berkunjung. :)