Through The Meniscus

There’s a little flame in water
Burning heartache into vapors
Of how forgetful we become
Staring through a meniscus
At some cubes of ice.
Forgotten like the souls swallowed by the ocean.
An amnesia, of how some darkened water
Swallows the froth of the heart.
And estranged from sorrow
Man looks through the lens, a curved line
On top of a spirit, to see the bottom
Of a wishing well. From where he draws
Bucket-fuls of magical springs
Of a bucket list
Drunk on pipe dreams

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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.

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