Mountains and others in poetry of Emmelia M, Indonesia

 SHE

She is talking with 

her glamorous mascara,

but her eyes are sad.

She is talking with

her matte red-lipstick,

but her smiles are bitter,

a broken mirror.

She is glowing with

her fabulous face powder,

but her shinny face is still pale,

as pale as a naked moonlight.

She is my moonlight sonata,

my honey dew in my morning,

but she keeps talking,

loving her cosmetics.

"I love you, my pale moon,

even you are afraid of losing my heart"

"You are beautiful just the way you are,

let's get old together."

               ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️

OUR MOUNTAIN, OUR HOME

There is a foggy mountain,

inside my heart,

always in my dreams,

breathing in my memories,

none of my days and nights,

without you by my side.

There is a deserted village,

behind the grandeur clouds,

beside the cloudy sky,

where each peak of pine,

reaching its limitless blueish curtains,

your glowing existence,

bringing me to the edge of oceans,

my hometown,

my motherland,

my home of independent migrant.

I will bring you,

new lights of life,

new vision of humanity,

dignity of native community.

             💦💦💦💦💦💦

A LOVER IN YOUR HEART

a lover,

resting on the bed

of your heart,

a dim light of 

unbroken beauty.

a lover,

hiding in your passion,

cuddled up with

your lyrical eyes,

tears of desiring rain.

a lover,

flowing into 

your miraculous

loyalty,

meditating upon

your reflections,

knitting comfort

to your destiny,

about hearts 

of loving own future.

a lover,

waiting in your kisses,

as time 

blooming secretly,

let fly

with broken wings,

eternally.

©® Emmelia M

Indonesia

May 18, 2021

  photo by Dessy Tsvetkova