Metal Yard

You look in the mirror
And the youth which galloped past
As white-water rapids is now idly swimming past
Curving bends and meandering elbows
When you can taste a whisk of brine
From the distant estuary
And in this space of ambivalence and fear of the great unknown
You have one hermitage – a place that stands cluttered
Yet beautifully assembled like a mosaic painting
And that place is seemingly
Like a scrap-metal yard
Fetched by bulldozer neuron-cranes
Filled with recyclable scrap metal.


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.

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