Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
Biography of Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo was born in Cilacap (Indonesia) ,1 July 1960. He is a PhD graduated from Geophysics (ITB) who wrote poetry for a long time. His poems are scattered in many themes, such as silence, mortality, in-ability until discovery. He was also often invited to read his poem in some places in Indonesia.
Furthermore, his life is a poetry for him. Such as in thought of health, when a general check-up done many times, it had been many cases. But he said “I am happy, my body had been accepted by me as the poem from my beloved God”, and he said: 'God punished me with a quiet and love'.
Another poems flowing authentically, like his blood run through the mountains of his soul. He saw Ki Ageng in wet-soes gift from his wife in his poem. There was no poetry that came so quickly like that and others also created when he fixed a leaking hose with his wife. And then for him a poetry is not an egoistic words to be understood, but the poem must be an awareness raised from mind and soul.
He is also the founder of “Kayubakar Penyair Institute”.
Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo Poems
Sajak Meditasi: Tersenyum Dalam Buaian S...
Tersenyum atas kehendakmu Tersenyum dalam buaian Tersenyum kesedihan Tersenyum bahagia
Sajak Meditasi: Burung-Burung Terbang Me...
Pejamkan matamu Bukalah hatimu Bukalah jiwamu Rasakan jiwamu
Cities come and go life and dead distant towns berths City of hiding places
A Note On The Mark Knopfler's Song
The walking time greeted trees And trees greeted with hugs How peaceful of silent night Between winds and time
Praise For Rabiah Al-Adawiyah
Maybe I was a bush Treated in the prayer And within countless silence
The Ballad Of Mr.Sorrow & Ms.Joy
In the porch of a building Under the bright lamp They hugged each other wistfully After several years
Bush-Flowers Painting On Ceramic Dish Ha...
What is hidden beneath your body? Each discourse is for the foot Modest pain is always understood In the allegory of the leaves fall
Andai Codot Masih Di Atas Pohon Sana! (I...
Kita tak bisa bayangkan, Bagaimana suasana malam dinihari begini, Pada seratus tahun yang lalu, Seandainya saya ambtenar Djawatan Geologi
Old Wet Grass
Gracious never complained Always smiling when he is sick For the wet grass Always happy when
Puisi Buat Pembatik (Indonesian)
Hidup membatik, memegang canting Mengukir hidup pada kain Ada warna merah membara dipadu kuning
Sajak Meditasi: Hutan Jiwa Davidoff (Ind...
Menghirup bau parfum Davidoff Terhampar bunga-bunga dan rumput liar Masuk dalam elemen terkecil Atom-atom, neutron dan proton
Penyair yang menggendong puisi di punggungnya Hanya kata-kata Menandingi sekawanan burung terbang di angkasa Berkelompok membentuk huruf 'V'
Kalung Cinta (Indonesian)
Ada amethyst kecil dalam untaian tali hitam, Ada sungai kecil dalam hati bercahaya, Ada kata-kata bersinar setiap hari setiap jam setiap detik, Ada kesederhanaan dalam mencintai,
A Very Simple Poem
once you say do not write poetry because you do not understand
There's A Wind Blowing
There's a wind blowing in the valley nights
The leaves become yellow wilt catch
You aborted the next day
Along the branch that held memories
Going back to the ground
There was silence throughout the valley
On every song is sung
The dance is not finished
Tonight the wind is much