A
smile made of a memory-twitch
a
word coined in a tongue-tied moment
a
head-nod wrought of empathy
silence
spun from love-thread
humility
born of ignorance;
all
transferable currencies
valid
for the purchasing of sorrow.
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Saturday, 18 August 2012
Friday, 17 August 2012
For the unwavering
the
burst and collapse of barometer
the
ant-bite injection that drew gasp
the
love-bite that shredded heart
in
scream and nonchalance
and
the hundred ways of hurt
the
one conclusive abandonment
life-ink
bottles have spilled over
in
froth and solitude
have
emptied without reason
and
in the gassing of spit
and
the asphyxiation of barb
there
are those who take the blows
and
still bow low for more
and
more
who
fall and fall
and
still rise
in
banner and quote
heart
and singularity;
they
add stitch
they
craft our common signature.
Thursday, 16 August 2012
In the mean time…
In
the mean time
there
are short words
and
shorter thoughts,
a
precise forgetting
of
together things
a
sharp memory of the blunt;
in
the mean time
footfall
drops too soft
knock
too loud
word
is better not said
and
silence is forbidden,
in
the mean time
you
are better dead
for
dead is what you are.
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Co-workers
of
my room
as
I enter-exit theirs,
friends
and colleagues
walking
carriers of fear and hope
mask-wearing
and unmasked
perhaps
like me,
they
come with complaint
and
suggestion
demand
and supply
the
randomness of our days
the
moments that drive
the
events that frame
and
they come
with
tea or coffee
copy
or excuse
heart
or mind or both
paper
to sign
joke
to share
these
paper-makers
who
test my work-time teeth
in
their uniqueness
different
from one another
varied
from hour to hour
and
I wonder:
do
they come to see me
and
see someone else instead,
like
I do
when
with smile or grime
or
threat and pledge
they
walk in and walk out?
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Bhavatu sabba-mangalam
Not in
that longed for moment
not in knot
nor bound in ring,
not in the flower and bouquet,
the pouring of atha pan
the chanting
the consecration of approval
of beta-sheafed worship,
not in lamp, wick or flame
the roll of drum
or swirl of dance,
not in celebratory kiss
the prosperity wish
of the punkalasa
the abundance wish of rice
but in the tear drop and near drop
the breaking and awakening
the everyday of togetherness
the hurdles of wrong-word
wrong-time
and doubt-rats mocking
irreversibility;
for these and little else
a simple line to murmer:
‘May there be every blessing!’
[Published in the UNDO Section of 'The Nation', inspired by the photography of Rukshan Abeywansha and with thanks to Mithila and Wasana]
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not in knot
nor bound in ring,
not in the flower and bouquet,
the pouring of atha pan
the chanting
the consecration of approval
of beta-sheafed worship,
not in lamp, wick or flame
the roll of drum
or swirl of dance,
not in celebratory kiss
the prosperity wish
of the punkalasa
the abundance wish of rice
but in the tear drop and near drop
the breaking and awakening
the everyday of togetherness
the hurdles of wrong-word
wrong-time
and doubt-rats mocking
irreversibility;
for these and little else
a simple line to murmer:
‘May there be every blessing!’
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