A Sonnet (To My Enemy)


We are but sharp talons in each other throat,
Of sonnets that counter-resist, catamarans still afloat
I’m just a poet who met you down your journeyed road
Where my eyes found thee, in a promenade’s abode

Kill me, not with toxic words that sting,
Like the scorpion in thee, like that merciless thing,
In you, there rests, your way, as against, that of mine
I’m a home schooled fellow, not a MA in my line

I’m just a natural trickle against your tidal wave
Like a hermit crab or a hatched turtle that simply won’t cave
You and me, we are worth, a duet of dueling verse
How beautiful, if over a coffee, we could ever converse

No pretense in me, I’m partial to the idea of thee
To wave the white flag, to tussle, to détente’s decree.


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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