The Unfamiliar Bland Taste
Poetry — how do I season it?
This morning,
the pale,
vast,
empty thing
were served
in front of me
There was no sign
who orders it?
There was no color
what is color?
There was no thought
am I thinking?
I ate what was served
like I was deserved
But it’s like a plain tofu
that I could not chew
The unfamiliar taste
that blended so well,
so bland, so pitiful,
so mellow, but took much longer
to swallow
It is said,
just seasoning it
add some salt, herbs,
or meaning
Sounds so simple
but there was no example
Search for the courage to be creative
but I was cowardly to take initiative
I ate what was left
like I slowly accept
Still, it‘s like a plain tofu
that I had to chew
I tried to eat all
the pale,
vast,
empty thing
may another morning
I could be in charge.
© 2022 Indah Maulida
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