The poetry of silence swimming
From all corners and rocking
A bassinet, that like a mother’s palm
Gently sways me right to left
Up and down, until I’m a weary
Sight-blunted warrior, in my beauty sleep.
Knowing that, in this life-long incarceration,
My green mile at Alcatraz,
That’s the best part of the day or night,
Not knowing inhale from exhale,
Or the beat or skip of a palpitation device,
Or the snowing thoughts,
Just the perfect illusion of death
Blacking me out, through the Negro night
Where time locks you out,
From your own body, which by itself,
Is a prison cell, of a most-wretched life.
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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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