Hear the flow of language drifting above this land, traditions and the trinkets of archipelago. These are voices that compose musical arrangement
of life, revives the soul to remote wilderness, wanderer and traditions.

The hymn of poetry is not as complicated as the waves of strait between the islands, the valley between the mountains and the sea, the movement of dance in musical rhythm, the praying rituals, the interwoven of bamboo roots-trunk, a dry moat and precarious harvesting seasons, the shrinkage of latex harvest, sandy early fruit bunch, fish extinction and dense salt residue on the forehead of fishermen.

The harmony of poetry is as close as the heart, as rapid as the bloodflow, as warm as a mother’s hug, as shady as the stopover’s roof, but as strong as wishful heart, as bright as feelings and pure struggle.

Those voices are spreading across the sky, retracing the hills, wading the oceans and islands’ cross or simply emerge in the sweat of devoted bodies above the land of history. Painting life with the colors of culture. Embellishing the symbols of endless struggles.

Every beat of life is looking for legends on the earth’s natural contours and human’s natural character where every breath, wistful thought and trembling heart are smeared with bones and muscles;
Pour the ink of literature as the imagery of life. Life is too poetic to be summarized in a literature holy book. 

#WorldPoetryDay

Dengarlah aliran bahasa melapisi tanah,
tradisi dan pernak-pernik nusantara.
Semua itu adalah suara yang melagukan hidup, menghidupkan jiwa hingga ke pelosok belantara pelintas-tualang tanah dan tradisi.

Madah puisi tak lebih rumit dari ombak selat di antara pulau, lembah di antara gunung dan laut, gerak tari irama gending, ritual doa persembahyangan, jalinan akar-batang bambu, parit kering dan musim panen genting, susut sadapan karet, tebasan buah pasir masir, ikan punah dan pekat residu garam di kening nelayan.

Laras puisi sedekat denyut jantung, selaju aliran darah, sehangat dekap ibu, seteduh atap persinggahan, namun sekuat angan hati, seterang rasa dan murni perjuangan.

Suara-suara itu menjalar di langit,
menapak perbukitan, mengarung samudera dan perlintasan pulau
atau hanya sekadar berdiam di peluh
para pembakti raga di atas tanah sejarah. Menoreh hidup penuh bilur warna budaya. Sarat simbol makna perjuangan yang tak habis-habis.

Setiap denyut kehidupan mencari kisah di atas kontur alami bumi dan watak alami manusia dimana setiap hembus napas, rajam pikir dan getar hati
berbalur dengan gegas tulang dan otot-otot;
Menuang tinta pengeja sastra yang tercitra dalam setiap pertanda kehidupan. Sungguh hidup terlalu puitis untuk dirangkum dalam satu kitab sastra.

#HariPuisiSedunia