Mary Magdalene

  How a woman, who escaped A barrage of stones danced to Jesus, The sweet music of a mandolin, A step closer, the belly dancing navel, Looking like a whirlpool, sultry And inviting. How a woman, who could Sweeten Jesus’s lips, with The sweetest flow-through Of viscous honey.   Her body, which like the walls…

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A Poem in Kitaab Journal

One of my earlier poems that was accepted by Kitaab journal, was published just today. Please take a look if you have time. Poetry: Sunday by Dilantha Gunawardana

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Three Poems in Peacock Journal

Three poems of mine in the Peacock Journal. http://peacockjournal.com/dilantha-gunawardana-three-poems/

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Baby Blues

How after 4 years, together, we see two indentations, on a mattress, the beauty sleeps, that become discolored impressions, You see, as a measure of time. I can’t help smile, seeing my wife, keeps her legs hoisted in the air, to allow for the tadpoles to swim through by gravity, while a Sunday Times newspaper…

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-I Love You-

How we loved, the exhales, To the exfoliants, the chemistry, Of what was so tender, and if not, Unrushed, The little bit of daylight, between me And you. How we let our blindfolds, Strip our pupils, our peep holes. While we begin the seduction, Juxtaposition-ed fragrances, ever-closing gazes, The mouth in extenuating circumstances, Mouthing, With…

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Two Poems in the Creatrix Journal

Two poems I wrote, appear in the latest edition of an Australian Journal.   I’m sharing these two poems with you here. This journal is based in Perth and is a publication of WA Poets INC.   https://wapoets.com/creatrix-2/2018-2/creatrix-42-poetry/#Dilantha%20Gunawardanal

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On Father’s Day 2018 (To my Dad)

The difference, between “my father”, And “our father”, is that, one gave me life, In the form of a tiny, swimming tadpole,  And stood as my canopy, On my darkest night; while the other, Gave me heavenly incandescence, To evaporate my tears, and to mirror my face With the saffron sun. While I thank my…

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A Poem in the journal “Boston Accent Lit”

http://www.bostonaccentlit.com/gunawardana

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Lakes Rivers Streams

Here in Sri Lanka, We call our lakes, oceans, like Parakrama Samudraya, Built by human endeavor. The depths That are muddy, laden with freshwater weeds, Floating salvinia plants, And little fish, absconding from Fishermen’s hooks, while children bathe With a sense of freedom, as women Balance pots on their heads Taking water home. We let…

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