Wednesday, 18 January 2012

'Dismality'

Wet clay remnant on doormat and heart,
discomfiture and misfit 
in the in and out of traffic
frayed conversations 
drip word and silence 
and a pitter-pattering 
slipping into silence 
leaves no mark.  
And I remember
blue mountain on green
road-curve turning
face into countenance
voice into song
word into poetry
resurrecting life from memory
and agitating pulse 
from regular to irregular,
lifting heart 
and laying it down
in a cuckoo's nest
from which it refuses to escape. 

[from the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']

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6 comments:

  1. beautiful sunshine18 January 2012 at 12:23

    in a way we are all cuckoos, and refuse to escape from our nests......

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  2. Malinda Words18 January 2012 at 14:11

    the reference is to 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest' which plays on US American slang for 'crazy'.

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  3. beautiful sunshine18 January 2012 at 14:23

    oh.. .. never heard that before.... i am blushing :)

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  4. Malinda Words18 January 2012 at 14:40

    maybe i'm too abstract! hahaha

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  5. beautiful sunshine18 January 2012 at 16:50

    i am dense.

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  6. Biso Menike18 January 2012 at 19:36

    Dear Mr Seneviratne ... we always wanted you to write a bit longer poems ... so that we can read them until you post your next poem .... we want to read more of your poems ... and these poems are good for the amateurs to learn about poetry ...

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