Category: Poetic

Time

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

















Is 24-hour day enough? There was a period of time when I thought it was not— it was like all today’s to-do list had all to be checked. 





Now I feel a day with 24 hours of measurement is sufficient with the word “priority”. Which one should be completed immediately or later; what shall be completed by myself or delegated; how they must be presented: private or public, and other ways of how the 24 hours should be  respected.





I’m feeling lucky to be in situations outside work with which I can put activities more freely: sleep can be less to allocate my reading time, meal can be done in graded steps (preps at night, processed in the early morning), language learning inserted among routine schedule (Friday night, Sat morning or other spacious windows), etc





Yet, priority makes some compromising.





My living room is full of books & paper & hobbies tools. My sleep isn’t always 8 hours a day (fortunately this is always a myth to me). Selecting whom to meet is a serious thing (I only have very few people I truly will spend time with or meet with so if my meeting with them is not fun or fruitful, I’ll give up those friends in the future schedules).





It’s Sunday and there are places to go with my nephew visiting me. He promised he’ll tidy up my books and accompany me running training. He knows he’ll have to follow his aunt’s rhythm that might not be something familiar but also not so new to him— One of those: he has to give up smoking during his stay.





Life is good with 24 hours a day. It’s a blessing that I’ll forever cherish. It’s where enigma and secrets reveal in the wished way.





Time, do stay.





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Language

		
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Love languages
Dig up the buried to see
What have tuberized.



























I love learning languages although the mode is getting slower and slower. Excitement is still there; I won’t want to lose the spark to harvest what’s grown by a hope to preserve the way my brain works. All brains work more and more slowly by ageing but I won’t let mine lose its engines even before the end.





I’ve learnt Arabic & Japanese again. Arabic is a tool for me to comprehend the Quran as I see at times that the translation into English or Indonesian sound like interpretation rather than translation. I don’t want interpretation, I do translation.





Japanese is for me to practice something different because learning it I’ve been “forced” to use non Latin based words— hiragana, katakana and kanji make me actively memorize the lines, the curves, the dots, the strokes and the meaning with senses: listening, speaking, reading, writing.





I’d like to learn my own language: Javanese with which I hope to carve my image more clearly as a Javanese woman in this life canvas.; with which I find what’s buried in the hidden pockets of ancient knowledge





Time, do stay.

			


	


				
					

				
					

				
					


	

		
		
Hello, You

		
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Hello, you! Dear love
Who knocks on many wrong doors.
You is a true door.






















sometimes I’m amazed to see my playlists – so old…. yet they’re the doors to this old soul





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Dancing

		
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Dancing, Beloved
With you on an autumn day.
No word, just whispers





























I’ve not listened to this song for so long until yesterday someone in my team teased me with this song. She said “I want to sing my song to you, it suits your vibe!”





I couldn’t say anything. What can I expect from a 66yo strong lady but accuracy of how she sees her junior?





I want to go to Japan again, walking around Tokyo with so a few words but many meaning in silence. 2027, please come soon. I miss my walking buddy a lot. 😁🥰

			


	


				
					

				
					


	

		
		
I Could Cry

		
Learning, Poetic, Those People
	


	

		

They say
I can cry with happiness
Today I remade my mother's recipe
And I cried
With joy.
I could cry again for
You.



























whole egg, perfect for today’s late lunch



























it was yummy I could cry 😂



























steam!



























In Javanese culinary tradition we call this wrapping technique “tum” or “genem”



























put some dollops of coconut cream



























salted duck egg, cherry tomatoes, shallots, garlic, galangal, lemongrass, bay leaf, no salt & sugar added — banana leaf always makes Javanese cuisine taste & smell better

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Decorated

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

Flowers in a jar
Decorated with new leaves--
Does it bring new vibes?



























the new vibe is “there are patterns traceable through dots & lines, hues & contrast”





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Green

		
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I'm green, Beloved
Standing as young as a tree
After a shower.



























being green is freshly thinking based on what’s my breathing brought me: peace & acceptance

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Red Round

		
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Red round, Beloved
A dot where signal will blink
At a looking eye--



























I bought a keychain of Daruma without one eye, wishing to draw the missing one soon when my wish comes true….





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You Ask Me

		
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You ask me, my Love
What a heart I want to hug.
That that that sense
Senses as deep, vast, warm and clear
With a throne for it to roar--



























roar? or meow…. 😻

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Bowing

		
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Bowing, Beloved
I to all telling me off
That I am lower.



























I’m bowing to all, I’m in a lowest position to respect the whole universe–





Thank you.

			


	


				
					

				
					


	

		
		
Brightened

		
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Dear Life....
Even if you're as gloomy as dull days,
I'll brighten you up.
There is so much colour saved for
You.



























let’s start with yellow



























then more…..



























yet I truly know my colours don’t always make others’ day so I decided to be as bright as I can be & won’t let others’ colour bother me

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Signs Everywhere

		
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Signs are everywhere
Telling me what river says.
Hi Numbers, thank you.
































26 is like poets telling me to keep writing poems outside work.



























36 is telling me to be just human being.



























79 is telling me to make decision strongly when needed.



























can you see the bird? 💕 what sign is that?

			


	


				
					

				
					

				
					

				
					


	

		
		
A Ghost Within

		
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She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--



























a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect





a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it





looking like a ghost of my own dead





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This Love

		
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This love, Beloved
Flies from nowhere to your head
That thinks not of me.
Do I exist when you do?
Rose tint that will fade away--



























the wish is for red roses but what’s coming is red butterflies that will keep the cycle on and on.

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Pretty Blooms

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

Pretty blooms, my love
Silently welcomes a smile.
Always surprising--



























do you see the slim line? a stem of flowers to be – golden shower, the shower room gang

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Those In

		
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How can they be
Part of me?
Emerging
Merging
Like a history.
Who am I? Or who am I supposed to be?
Are those in possibly?
Or none?
Let it be.



























Semar





his wisdom & simplicity — my #1 wayang kulit



























Anggraeni





my #1 female wayang, a nobody in the wayang box, a loyal wife to a loyal husband — a humble abode for a humble soul



























Anoman





he is a symbol of sheer devotion & vitality — what’s more do you want in life?



























Larasati





an intelligent woman married to a superior man — still she is willing to be a humble background although she is allegedly much more skilful than her well-known husband, Arjuna






















Sri Kresna





I used to misunderstand about his super wised-up character until finding him a mastermind of the biggest battle of a family — The Bharatayudha





no more Sri Kresna as my super wayang 



























Arjuna





I used to think a perfect man is like him until finding myself as someone who  asks too many questions; no perfect man –if like him– can handle me





I let go off him long time ago





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Limbuk





I thought I was one princess in the wayang box but I am ok to be her — someone who is willing to be as humble as herself, fun as herself, relaxed as herself, witty as herself, confident as herself, flirtatious as herself, devoted as herself, mature yet childlike as herself, happy-go-lucky as herself





just like herself in herself wherever she is put to be






















Bima










my father’s favourite