ගස් ගැන

Trees | Rudy Francisco

I always empathize
with the trees,

how they remain
still when the
flames arrive.

However, I envy
the smoke.

The way it gets
to leave when
the heat comes.

Every time I see
a forest fire,
it reminds me
of us.

Me, still here,
rooted in the
place you left


දිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ 27. 03.2018

Wildflowers

sullen stormy skies
spoiling for rain

but far across the meadows-

and the vales beyond

whispering in the wind,

wildflowers bloom

a little glimpse of ochre,

a sea of misty pink

smiles strewn in secret...
for tired eyes to feast

picture drawn in Paint- calligraphy brush

මා දකින හැමදේම

Seeing things | Sally Odgers

“There’s no such thing as unicorns,”

My teacher said in class

(She doesn’t know what’s in the park

Dancing in the grass)

“Fairies? Don’t be foolish,”

My brother gives a hoot

But I don’t care—I know they’re there

(I hear their silvered flute)

“Dragons are for stories,”

Gran told me gently once

I called her when I saw one

(But she was having lunch)

They think I’m being silly

And playing make-believe

I can tell fact from fiction

I know what I have seen

And when they dare to tell me

I haven’t any proof

I whistle and say, ‘atoms!’

And wander off aloof

My brother counters, ‘Microscopes!’

(As if I care for that

Has any scientist used one

To examine pixie hats?)

And have you seen the selkies?

Down on the beach today

Splashing in the wavelets

(They look like seals at play)

Maybe others like to think

There are no fairy rings

I wish they’d open up their minds

And join me seeing things

I’ll lead an expedition

And I’m inviting you

To join me in my journey

(I know you see things too.)

දිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ- 20.03.2018

දැරියකගේ හිත

A Girl's Head |Katherine Gallagher

In it there is a dream
 that was started
before she was born
and there is a globe
with hemispheres
which shall be happy
there is her own spacecraft
a chosen dress
and pictures of her friends
there are shining rings
and a maze of mirrors
there is a diary
for surprise occasions
there is a horse springing hooves
across the sky
there is a sea that
tides and swells
and cannot be mapped
there is untold hope
in that no equation exactly
fits a head

දිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ 13.03.2018

Distances

If I reach afar
into the darkening night
can I hold your hand
and murmur words of light?

In the heavy gloom
where thunderclouds abound
can I shield you heart
'till lost worlds are found?


picture drawn in Paint- natural pencil & crayon

සන්ධ්‍යාව එළඹෙද්දී

One Return | Nicolette Stasko

Needles of the casuarinas

are pale green hair

white cockatoos

in the trees

like sheets of paper

clean handkerchiefs

unfolding in the wind

all is silent

except the rumbling

of the train past

two old men on dry grass

basking in the sun

seagulls lost

in a grey parking lot

a half eaten melon—

rind of last night’s moon

leaves turn purple

in the falling dusk

the train

rumbles on

everything held together

by an eye

දිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ 06.03.18

බෙහෙත් වට්ටෝරුව

Prescription | Nicolette Stasko

Take your pills

In the prescribed cycle of morning
The blue one when you first wake up
The white one with the coffee
To counteract the heart’s racing
And heavy pumping

Then the upstairs ones
The ones I am most afraid
Of keeping
Of missing
Those little palliative ovals
That claim to prevent the weeping
To stop the pictures running
Like a bus through the brain

The ones marked hope
And despair
the ones
Marked pain and rebirth
The ones that say
Nothing


දිනමිණ- වසත් සුළඟ 27.02.2018