There are stories from the past
That summon you like lighthouses
There is the delirium of diary pages
That storm your body with a convulsion of feelings
There are moments in the past
Relived in the present.
There are species that speciate
Out of love, but remain forever a fossil,
A missing link. Of what the earnest
Heart ploughed once from the soil, to plant
A seed of hope. To grow what is concealed
Beneath, to what has its own beautiful life.
Of how youth is a graveyard of memories
Each with an epitaph.
And hers stand….
La mer a mort a l’interieur de ma coeur.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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