DEBORAH W. SETIYAWATI

DEBORAH W. SETIYAWATI

NIGHT ANGLE

Every corner has its own story

Whether the pores of each wall are ears?

Maybe yes

But those ears

have become deaf

Too full to hear

the sigh of sin

when the brume closes at the dusk

Will the morning come soon?

The night was too long

As if without end

No finale

Stuck in the night corner

MORNING IN THE VALLEY

I will be the most fortunate one

Living between mountains

Silence will fall like dews

On green carpet underneath

I shall walk in the tranquility

Until I look at clouds

With my quiet eyes

While the wind fondles the grass

And the grass rise

I shall walk through the still vale

With the melody of peace

Amongst a thousand flowers

What spread the morning fragrance

THIRSTINESS

I miss you, greatly

I want to hear your voice

But what I obtain?

Only the swish of the wind

Rustling friction of stalks

Under the scorching sol

I miss you, greatly

Should I die, here

At the edge of the fountain?

DEBORAH W. SETIYAWATI

DEBORAH W. SETIYAWATI: Deborah is an Indonesian writer. She has been published numerous times internationally and is current working on her first collection of poetry. She is also a dress designer,singer advocate for women and children rights.