14 June, 2009

Of Healing and Cleaning

(To K.)

Agony, suffering
Or stuff of this sort will
One day remind you of the dirt
We're paid to clean, buddy:

Never wanted,
Always avoided, we know
It just as it is.

Healing is akin to cleaning;
For both seem as necessary
As eventually futile.

That dirt transporting
is neither about hiding,
postponing nor surrendering:

It may be more about accepting,
Where a spot is all needed
In your heart to contain it.


  1. I would appreciate more visual materials, to make your blog more attractive, but your writing style really compensates it. But there is always place for improvement

  2. hello Sukasah, to put it mildly, i was thrilled when i stumbled across your blog of poetry. i am also Indonesian who loves English poetry and have been writing some of my own. please contact me if you read this :) ~L