biarlah
waktu terus berlari
hidup harus berserah
sampai kita tiba
di lautan kaca
dengan nama penyair
tak berbuah
Jakarta Kamis 4 Januari 2024
BIODATA :
Pulo Lasman Simanjuntak, dilahirkan di Surabaya, 20 Juni 1961. Pendidikan terakhir di Sekolah Tinggi Publisistik (STP/IISIP). Menulis puisi pertama kali berjudul IBUNDA dimuat di Harian Umum KOMPAS pada bln Juli tahun 1977.
Karya puisinya telah dibukukan dalam 7 buku antologi puisi tunggal, dan 35 buku antologi puisi bersama para penyair di seluruh Indonesia.Karya puisinya juga sdh dimuat di 23 media cetak (koran, suratkabar mingguan, dan majalah) serta dipublish ( tayang) pada 231 media online (website) dan majalah digital baik di Indonesia maupun di Malaysia.Sering diundang baca puisi, baik di Pusat Kesenian Jakarta (PKJ) di Taman Ismail Marzuki (TIM), Cafe Sastra Balai Pustaka, dan sejumlah tempat komunitas sastra di wilayah Jabodetabek.
Bekerja sebagai wartawan, dan bermukim di Pamulang, Kota Tangerang Selatan.
Kontak : 08561827332
Emai : pulo_lasman@yahoo.com
Pulo Lasman Simanjuntak:
EYES OF THE POEM
1//
counting the days
almost blind (anxious!)
like my aging poem
covered in fog
from the cloudy outskirts of the city
I continue walking
to the house of worship
for a miracle of healing
on the altar of holiness
bringing your body
gnawed by poisonous worms
from the wet ground
tears continue to bleed
2//
before I embrace
the messages every morning
diligently exercising on the bends of the road
my rotting mouth
has greedily swallowed
thousands of pieces of forbidden meat
hundreds of fish from the gutters
even often offered a drink of sugar syrup
from the tea plantations that grow wild
all over my body
3//
then I decided (suddenly!)
the eyes of this poem
must run to the house of mourning
injected with high doses of eye medicine
then I became
a witch
who is unable to see the sunlight standing
upright every morning
4//
tonight
after the rain and lightning came to the yard
pitch dark
i have to finish
reading the holy book
with my left eye
dancing by itself
i have to be strong, you messaged
until we can meet again
in the expanse of the new sky
without any more
blinding cries
or infectious diseases
a snake has been killed
may peace be upon this heart
Jakarta, January 2024
POEM OF THE YEAR 2024
fragments of ancient time
exhaled-
from a pile of loneliness
battered in the corner of the heart tainted by prolonged struggle
anxious
terrible
deadly, you said in a thin, dry voice
poverty is there at every
end of the year
don’t want to be recorded
in poetry
centuries
conversations
never healed
