Kith and Kin

 

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A flower, a loved one,
Who wilts right in front of your eyes,
And blossoms flaws on skin

Only to one day become,
One with the residue of what doesn’t become gas,
But stays horizontal beneath earth.

Where new floral arrangements
Are placed every year, on the same date,
Next to an epitaph, that tells why she
Existed and why we ceased to exist
After her beleaguering fall.

Its amazing how intertwined life and memory is,
And all we have is an offering of flowers
To a flower that once was, to remind ourselves,

We always were, and always will be,
A bed full of rose blooms, whose thorns,
Only made our hands bloody, and yet stood,

Thicker than water, which always
Threatens to run dry.

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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