A Poem


What transforms me,
Like the stray dogs on the streets,
Is that, once something becomes
Too comfortable, you become
Set in your ways. Like my story
Of journeying into an accidental poet.

Now I make some words scamper like fleas
And sometimes I make them stick like ticks
I also make the head chase the fluffy derriere,
Which unlike a dog’s own tail
Is combined into one, sort of like a prelude and a fugue.

Now I let the stray dog
Loose onto the nearby street
My name etched on the leather collar,
The fur combed into waves.

And I hear there are queues at the nearby vet
Begging for a Rabies injection.


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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