Do You See What I See?

My love,
do you see what I see?
cloudless night illuminated by the moon
that shine on the beggar kid
who just want a silver spoon

My love,
do you see what I see?
amidst the edifices of banal desire
where money is gain and power is win
there is a man who never had money nor power
since he was born

My love,
do you see what I see?
there’s a couple fighting outside the bar
the woman accuse him of kissing with the waitress
and the man accuse her of fornicating with the bartender
both of them understand that the flame has ceased to exist
and they only want an excuse to begin with

My love,
do you see what I see?
your figure standing in the balcony
hanging your head and lost in thought
you think of many things except me
for I see what you don’t see
the face of love
for someone, not I

Author: Alvin Dharma

Suspirium

Suspirium of impression
Love at the time of occupation
Obviously clearly want to go
But was surprised to see the argo

Suspirium of being curious
Think about how to make a chorus
But don’t have a piano
Can’t play an instrument, oh no

Suspirium of an attempt
Some chats that were rescript
1 minute compared to 47 minutes
Start to be self solicitous

Suspirium of reality
Dusk with scenery of unacceptability
Saw her with some branded clothes
Mirror myself, hypercriticize

Suspirium of dejected
Unreasonable and unwarranted
Do you think loving is easy?
No kidding, it’s a messy

Suspirium of conclusion
Send this when media social is on
Smarting by reason of love
Time can’t be halved

Author: Farhan Yugarpaksi

Senandung Daun

seperti kupu-kupu lain
kau senang terbang ke tempat yang kau ingin
membiarkan hijau tubuhmu disaksikan
dahan-dahan yang merindukan sentuhan
sementara beberapa ilalang kerap membayangkan
suatu saat tubuhnya senantiasa kekar
lalu merayumu tuk singgah sebentar

alkisah, semasa menjadi ulat
kau sering mencumbu tubuhku hingga sekarat
bahkan, telah kuberikan seluruhnya padamu
walau tak pernah kutahu
seperti apa kelak warna sayapmu

maka, sebagai makhluk yang membantumu terbang
menunggumu seperti akar pepohonan yang lapar
manakala yang kau tinggalkan hanya serupa cangkang
yang kuanggap sebagai kenangan

esok, lusa dan seterusnya
adalah ketabahanku pada reranting
belajar sabar bila sudah menguning

bahwa, hari-hariku membesarkanmu
hanya untuk melenyapkanku

membesarkanmu
melenyapkanku.

Annuqayah, 9 Juli 2019 M

Penulis: M. Syamilul Hikam

Above The Nicobar

Out in the heaven so blue
swirls the silvering clouds,
with the edges fly, and monsoon dies,
men challenged the storm, and with thunder crushed.

What violence, said the men,
could rattle the canopy and
tear the fiery rays asunder?
or quisle the dying gold of Her grandiose,
or maul the sun till ocean’s bleed.

And underneath, the ocean foams and twirls,
with Gods and Goddesses from the river’s rage.
All men, women in silk and hued zest sing
“be calm, sea - the ashes of my love sleep therein!”

Underneath, the devil and Poseidon are chanting
lullaby and haunting serenade
to bid the Nicobar coast a sweet dream.

Sea of turmoil, will you speak
the hour of my death?
until the restful temper of eve
claims Nicobar an Eden

Author: Sarita Diang

The Bloody Moon

If my heart has to tell something
it will tell a tale of the moon
rotating subritiously
the orbital defect
and it will shine, shine
bloody like a bitter daydream
soon perished into eclipse
as I hide,
in the far side of the moon

Author & artwork: Poetry Prairie

Kepada Laut

:mengenang We Cudai

Di dermaga dekat kotaku
Kau adalah laut yang paling palung
Sejejer karang karam di dasar sukmamu
Menyeruak cahaya dalam gulita katakata

Segerombol camar kerap ramai mengunjungiku
Sekedar berbagi berita tentang dirimu yang tak lagi biru
Ombakmu yang berhenti bisu
Atau anginmu yang lupa deru

Di suatu senja yang asin
Cecar tanya berlomba
Guyur di atas luka yang makam.

Makassar, 2017

Penulis: Syahrir Baso Pajalesang


To The Ocean
Reminiscing We Cudai

At the quay near my town
You are the ocean with deepest trough
Along side of sinking corals at the bottom of your soul
Lights beamed from the darkness of words

A flock of gulls often visited me
To share stories about you that is no longer blue
Your mute waves
Or your wind that forgets to roar

In one salty twilight
Rally of questions begin to race
Deluge over the grave of wound

Makassar, 2017

Author: Syahrir Baso Pajalesang

Translated by Poetry Prairie

Senja yang Marah

Senja yang marah
Merajuk sepi di penghujung hari
Mengingat segala liku
Membasuh segala luka
Mengikat segala lupa 

Tetes keringat dari langit
menyeruak aroma kepulangan yang dinanti sejak waktu.
Jika kembali adalah hatimu
maka pergi adalah perih yang mesti diikhlaskan
_sebisa mungkin.

Senja semakin marah
Sebab jemari kata seringkali hunus yang paling tajam
Mencabik maruah yang disemat setinggi tiangtiang penantian
Mengoyak diri sehasta demi sehasta
Melawan gerus yang dipahat waktu
_sekuat tenaga.

Senja masih saja marah.
Di suatu sepi yang menyendiri,
kepulan asa telah menggantung di sudut mata.

Palopo, 2017

Penulis: Syahrir Baso Pajalesang


WRATH OF TWILIGHT

A wrath of twilight
Sulking silently when day ends
Recall every twist
Wash out every wound
Tie up every obliviousness

The sweat drops from the sky
bursting the scent of homecoming that has been awaited
If return is your heart
then go is the pain that must be endure whole-heartedly
_as strong as possible.

The wrath of dusk is getting deeper
Because fingers of words mostly the sharpest thrust
Tearing dignity apart as high as piles of waiting
Ripped us bit by bit
Battling the carving of time
_with all might.

Dusk still keeps its wrath.
In secluded loneliness
the cloud of hope string up in the eye’s corner.

Palopo, 2017


Author: Syahrir Baso Pajalesang

Translated by Poetry Prairie

Membatu Di Depan Kaca

Selepas tidak melakukan apa-apa, lalu apa-apa tidak bisa dilakukan, karena batas mengatur setiap apa: beku yang terjamah mata—pikiran terlanjur menjadi negara, mengapung atas pertanyaan sendiri.

Aku tak tahu.
Ketika menemuimu, sebuah pistol melekat di pipi, tak terasa ledaknya tapi mulut tak bisa bersuara, itu sekilas cahaya.
Denyar membawa jiwa karam ke dasar seperti sebuah pasar. Berbinar-binar warna perempuan melekat di kaca dan gambar-gambar kapitalis.

Mati sajalah aku. Cekik celanaku.
Seorang anak kecil datang dari sebuah toko menyodorkan proposal. Aku tak punya apa-apa. Apa dia mau mendengar dongeng filsafat?

Mati sajalah aku.
Aku terus dibawa tanpa paksa atau provokasi. Tanpa suapan atau negosiasi yang lebih demokratis.
Tubuhku membatu di depan kaca.
Cahaya itu basah, mengalir.

Penulis: M. Roisul K.

PETRIFIED IN THE MIRROR

After doing nothing, then everything cannot be done, because limitation regulates everything: the frozen untouched by eyes -mind has became a state, floating above questions.

I don’t know.
When I met you, a pistol was right next to the cheek, I felt the explosion but mouth is soundless, in a glimpse of light.
Trills wrecked the soul to a market-like floor. Glowing colors of women are embedded in mirrors and capitalist pictures.

Just let me die. Choke my pants.
A little boy came from a shop with a proposal. I have nothing. Did he want to hear a philosophy tales?

Just let me die.
I was constantly taken without force or provocation. Without bribery or democratic negotiation.
My body was petrified in front of the mirror.
The light was wet, flowing.

Author: M. Roisul K.
Translated by Poetry Prairie

Semesta Sunyi

Tak cukup tangis iba tuk tutup nganga luka
Tak butuh cecar kata tuk ungkap duka lara
Karena perpisahan selalu tinggalkan cenderamata
Kesunyian yang meluapluap

Senjamu tlah hadir di tengah derasnya hujan
Lalu kau pergi sisakan bayangan punggung yang kian pudar
Cukup sampai di sini
Aku kan mendiam
Dan memeluk sunyi

Bukanlah apa dirimu yang bergiat di garisgaris hujan lebat
Meneriakiku tuk terus berkejaran waktu
Ah badai masih terus berdatangan
Dan kau sambil terisak layu, meninggalkan kesunyian yang dalam

Jurang gelap tlah tergali lama di dadaku
Kau tak kan bisa menggalinya lebih dalam lagi
Tidak! Kau bahkan tak pernah mencapai dasarnya
Dan dirimu hanya berikan gaung dalam ruang hampa
Menajamkan indera, membutakan rasa
Mewariskan sunyi yang begitu mendera

Maret, 2017

Poetry Prairie Literature Journal #5
Penulis: Ayu Qonita

Labirin Sukma

Nyanyian langit menderu
Bersama derai air mata rindu
Perlahan menapaki padang nan gersang
Berjalan mengitari ladang nan usang

Sungai pun mengalir
Bersama semilir nafas berdesir
Jamuan hilir menyambut tetes-tetes suci
Seiring malam panjang mencari pusara Ilahi

Air luapkan sejuta emosi
Menyulut ombak kian menari-nari
Aku, menghempas segala Doa antara pekatnya temaram
Memaksa Sang Maha panahkan cinta yang mendalam

Aku berjalan sendiri dipandu pendar mentari dan purnama
Jelajahi pusara cinta kasih Sang Maha
Hingga mataku sayu mencari-cari rindu
Terlelap diantara lubuk Dosa dan segala penat kalbu

Dinginnya rindu mulai melaba
Bagai jiwa yang dicampakkan oleh rasa
Takut, harap mengitari seluk-beluk jiwaku
Sunyi, berlari dari waktu ke waktu

Poetry Prairie Literature Journal #5
Penulis: Ali Husein Assegaf