lama ku bermimpi...
duduk diatas sutra birumu...
rasakan dingin nafasmu....
bangga akan gagah tubuhmu....
ya...
tubuh bergariskan ungu..
ungu seungu bunga idaman...
idaman banyak lebah yang berlomba tuk rasakan sari-mu...
bunga anggrek.....
tubuh segagah gunung bromo...
tubuh sekuat gunung bromo...
dengan untaian kasih seindah bunga anggrek...
argo bromo anggrek...
tak mampuku beranjak...
untuk meninggalkanmu....
Ayoo...ayooo mana lagi nih pujangga-pujangga kereta api?
Walau kita railfans,gapapa dunk bikin karya kaya pujangga,,kita kn jg pny cinta,minimal ma keretapi,,
ne coba ah..
kaulah yg angkuh,
kaulah yg sombong,
berlalu begitu cepat tanpa menoleh,
teriaki dan bahkan hantam yg merintangi jalanmu,
kadang terlambat tanpa peduli banyak yg menunggumu,
Tapi,kau selalu ikhlas melayani,,
Aku merindukanmu BB200,,sampai jumpa di lintasan..
Lage ah..
Aku tak ingin kita menyatu,,
cz Aku tak ingin kita berpisah..
Marilah menjadi seperti rel,
selalu sejajar berdampingan,
walau ada jarak diantara kita,,
biarkan bantalan-bantalan yg menghubungkan kita,
dan wesel yg mengatur hubungan kita dengan spoor lain,
batu kricaklah tumpuan kita bersama
ada puisi dari penyair spanyol, almarhum Federico Garcia Lorca, judulnya : "Train Ride", berikut puisinya :
Train Ride by Federico Garcia Lorca
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan
of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot
of a larger arc into the green of evening;
I remembered that noon I saw a gradual bud
still white; though dead in its warm bloom;
always the enemy is the foe at home.
And I wondered what surgery could recover
our lost, long stride of indolence and leisure
which is labor in reverse; what physic recall the smile
not of lips, but of eyes as of the sea bemused.
We, when we disperse from common sleep to several
tasks, we gather to despair; we, who assembled
once for hopes from common toil to dreams
or sickish and hurting or triumphal rapture;
always our enemy is our foe at home.
We, deafened with far scattered city rattles
to the hubbub of forest birds (never having
"had time" to grieve or to hear through vivid sleep
the sea knock on its cracked and hollow stones)
so that the stars, almost, and birds comply,
and the garden-wet; the trees retire; We are
a scared patrol, fearing the guns behind;
always the enemy is the foe at home.
What wonder that we fear our own eyes' look
and fidget to be at home alone, and pitifully
put of age by some change in brushing the hair
and stumble to our ends like smothered runners at their tape;
We follow our shreds of fame into an ambush.
Then (as while the stars herd to the great trough
the blind, in the always-only-outward of their dismantled
archways, awake at the smell of warmed stone
or the sound of reeds, lifting from the dim
into the segment of green dawn) always
our enemy is our foe at home, more
certainly than through spoken words or from grief-
twisted writing on paper, unblotted by tears
the thought came:
There is no physic
for the world's ill, nor surgery; it must
(hot smell of tar on wet salt air)
burn in fever forever, an incense pierced
with arrows, whose name is Love and another name
Rebellion (the twinge, the gulf, split seconds,
the very raindrops, render, and instancy
of Love).
All Poetry to this not-to-be-looked-upon sun
of Passion is the moon's cupped light; all
Politics to this moon, a moon's reflected
cupped light, like the moon of Rome, after
the deep well of Grecian light sank low;
always the enemy is the foe at home.
But these three are friends whose arms twine
without words; as, in still air,
the great grove leans to wind, past and to come.
so sweet...
Diriku bagai rel mati,
hanya bisa memimpikan tuk kembali dilintasi cinta,
bagian diriku perlahan berkarat dan hilang,
bantalan tuk sandaranku lapuk oleh cuaca,
batu balast tumpuanku lambat laun amblas,
semboyan2 sbg temanku pun kini tak ada,
Ah, apa yg bisa kulakukan?
(28-06-2009, 06:59 PM)barz Wrote: [ -> ]Diriku bagai rel mati,
hanya bisa memimpikan tuk kembali dilintasi cinta,
bagian diriku perlahan berkarat dan hilang,
bantalan tuk sandaranku lapuk oleh cuaca,
batu balast tumpuanku lambat laun amblas,
semboyan2 sbg temanku pun kini tak ada,
Ah, apa yg bisa kulakukan?
yang bisa dilakuken...
gantilah relmu dengan yang baru
hilangkan semua karatmu
tambah ballastmu
geser weselmu ke jalan yang baru
tapi jangan "nyerok" mulu
(28-06-2009, 06:59 PM)barz Wrote: [ -> ]Diriku bagai rel mati,
hanya bisa memimpikan tuk kembali dilintasi cinta,
bagian diriku perlahan berkarat dan hilang,
bantalan tuk sandaranku lapuk oleh cuaca,
batu balast tumpuanku lambat laun amblas,
semboyan2 sbg temanku pun kini tak ada,
Ah, apa yg bisa kulakukan?
Yang bs dilakukan.....???
...kirim aja puisi ini ke Nistra.
Pagi hari hujan lebat,MASINIS adalah sahabat.
Hawa yang dngin membuatku kaku, para RAILFANS adalah sahabatku.
Di udara dengan enaknya minum ronde. Musuhku adlh PKD.
Yg mau nambahin?