####
When I hear the rooster
Go cock-a-doodle-do, loud as ever,
It convinces me that it is like a trumpet
Or a commanding stentorian voice,
Leading me to march out of bed.
And I do, my eyes looking through
The window pane, at the sight
Of sun-rays sneaking through
Just like themes for a new poem,
And the curtain standing as filter
And I’m like that jailbird,
Who snuggles under the quilt,
Learning that this sentence called life
Is worthy of 9-5 hard labor,
While the rest of the time, I play
Just about everything; my harmonica,
The DVD player, a Billie Joel Song,
And my wife, whose sustain pedal,
Unlike a piano, is played by
A-Ok, all good vibrations,
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Published by Curiosity-driven life (Dilantha Gunawardana)
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.
View all posts by Curiosity-driven life (Dilantha Gunawardana)
