Dinda Minardi Poet Free verse

Woman

Wanita

Saat lahir ditimang ibunya
Saat kecil wanita digendong ayahnya
Beranjak remaja wanita dipeluk kekasihnya
Kala dewasa wanita diikat getir hidupnya
Setelah menikah wanita diperlakukan istimewa,
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Woman

(18/09/2011)

For after born cradled by mom
As a little girl crying in daddy’s arm
Stepping teenage life hugged by love charm
Leapt into adult life, tied by sour-life’s clamp
Filling marriage’s diary with story of champ,
As the first place in beaten and cramped

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Sarah Seraphin December 12, 2011 at 10:32 AM * "YESSSS * PERHAPS TRYING TO FULFILL & BECOME WHAT EVERYONE ELSE WANTS & EXPECTS ONE TO BE * MY DEAR SWEET BEAUTIFUL DINDA * DENYING YOUR HEART WHILE POSSIBLY BEING CHAINDED AMID SORROWS * BUT IN DREAMS * LUV SHALL EVENTUALLY RISE TO CLAIM ITS MEANT TO BE PLACE WITHIN DESTINY'S WAY * I LOVE YOUR SWEET BEAUTIES SOUL STIRRING VERSE * WONDERFUL THIS NATIVE TONGUE * AS JOY ALSO WITHIN YOUR PRICELESS VISIT * TRULY WONDERFUL * MY LUV, FOREVER & ALWAYS * SARAH." *

Jack Horne November 7, 2011 at 3:03 PM What a powerful piece, my friend. OK, I'll try convincing myself I like mornings, LOL

M.I.A . October 29, 2011 at 5:00 AM wow! you have a great metaphor going on there. enjoyed it alot :D

Black Eyed Susan October 27, 2011 at 10:03 AM oh how awful. this poor woman - is it you? i hope not! beaten and cramped is no way to live - can i hope for a divorce? a murder? running away? great ending. sad, but poignant.

Poet Destroyer A October 25, 2011 at 10:59 AM Dinda, yes,, i must ask what language is the top one... The poem is very beautiful,, rough walk through life,, but,, fine..Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem,, Take care,..P.D.

Elizabeth Wesley October 25, 2011 at 10:21 AM Wonder what language your first one is Dinda. Your last line leaves me feeling sad, does this mean your positive first part has turned sour? Love how you take the reader through life's stages one line at a time. :) Lizzy

Mohammad Yamin October 24, 2011 at 11:39 AM I like your poem. You write very well. Keep it up. -Mohammad

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 24, 2011 at 10:01 AM one way to look at life Dinda ... each sequence so profound in every line.. cradle to marriage and much learning in between.. luv the rhyme sequences.. tremendous one...luv..

Audrey Haick October 24, 2011 at 9:51 AM Dear Dinda, thanks for the translation and for sharing this. I'm amazed how culture and tradition are different yet shape our world but violence against women seem to be universal. It must be pure torment for parents to give their young in marriage to someone who's abusive. Where is the love, I ask. We were not meant to live with abuse. Have a good week Dinda. God bless Love, Annalise