Writer’s Grief

Prawn

I guess there are too many of us,
Like prawns in the ocean.

Every prawn has something to give,
Not just a little curved body.

The crust is the skin deep,
But we are deeper, than a water well,

The roped buckets we send,
Down the lexicon well.

We are all crustaceans selling our crusts,
Dreaming of the hour, the day,

One can embellish a large dish,
A stage on its own merit,

A journey, of being sold by a roadside,
To the center of a porcelain enclosure.

The once prawn, now the vital statistics,
Of a giant lobster.

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)