Last night I was a dream <br />About your house <br />Were the roof leaks everywhere <br />A green-painted house dull <br />I walk to the room <br />To the kitchen <br />To the front <br />The water to flood (inundate) on the floor <br />The water rose higher and higher <br />Flow to the visiting room <br />I walk to bend (bow, stop) and to walk on tiptoe, <br />I walk on tiptoe to avoid The water flood <br />Everywhere, from the front to backyard <br />I walk on zig-zag <br />Head made a low bow <br />To avoid the bird excrement <br />Much of bird cage hanged <br />On the roof <br /> <br />when the water to flood (inundate) increasing highest <br />to their food’ knee, -you still cook in the kichen <br />in the bend of the dull wall and moss-covered/mildewed <br />The water flood increasing and increasing on the foots <br />to the broken chairs <br />to wet, dampen the books which to scatter, spread everywhere <br />I could stop to find your mother anymore <br />she likes to codle me (to observe by holding in the hand) <br />when I was child: “She said, I just could walk <br />run around the kitchen, along the corridor <br />and riding the pedicab cycle <br />near the thing being dired/the wash <br />while playing the little car.” <br /> <br />To day i find your mother <br />In the overcast house <br />A green-painted house dull <br />Dull painted <br />Dark and overcast <br />The water to flood (inundate) on the floor <br />Everywhere <br />Just I found your mother walking stick <br />And her articial foot<br /><br />Prasetya Utama<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-letter-which-never-sended/
