A Slow Day


Some days are slow – especially at middle age
And some are as fast as a hare scampering
Towards a carrot and being caught in this dichotomy
Is not easy and those tortoise days – short of grains of energy
Lackluster as the withered wrinkled face
Of an old man with Alzheimer’s trying to remember
Whose name is being called…..
And those days – of frugal existence
You just dream of a phone charger to sink into a plug point
To fill you with some much needed joie-de-vivre
After all down sloping-age you discharge
Until you’re only a depleted battery
With scabs on your feet
And plaques in your head……



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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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