She cried next to the coffin
The wails splitting splinters
And unplastering walls
He was gone forever
As her thought wheel
Was pushing backwards
Down melancholy’s lane
Gazing at the embalmed flesh
The same cuts that colonized
Her outer sanctum for 30 long years
The same bones that held her petit mast
Between his indomitable pecs
And lit her risen hair
With St Elmo’s fire

And now he was lost
Between the final estuary
And the behemoth ocean
As her lover drifted
From a life line on a palm
To where there is no beginning
Or end – to a mere curving line
Bearing impermanence
In the hula hoop
Of samsara.


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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