Treasure Island

Ida Mustazir

(20 October 1987 / Jakarta)

Mute Motion


hundreds of nude-pigmented petals
flowing, bouncing, dancing on my cymbals
but they don't clash with each other
they keep dancing until I stop
and my infinite typing
is like a case of calculus
that will never be integrated
would you listen
to my final text

Submitted: Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Edited: Sunday, July 27, 2014

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  • James T. Adair (5/21/2009 12:43:00 PM)

    I may be off base, as I'm prone to be, but the image conjured by the words 'bouncing, dancing on my cymbals' may not be what the poet intended. Still a very nice image on a beautiful Spring afternoon. Nice poem! (Report) Reply

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