ප්‍රේමයේ ආලෝකය

Touched by an Angel | Maya Angelou“We, unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life.Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient histories of pain....

ලියන්න උගෙනිමින්

Learning to Write | Gary CatalanoAt sixty-five my grandfatheris learning to write his nameone hand flaton the oilcloth covered table-the other grapplingwith a pen, guiding itslowly over the paper.He checks eachuncertain curve and strokeagainst his master copyThe only fine workhis fingers knowis thinning young lettuceswith a bent flangeof tin or neatlyextricating ripe cuesfrom their imprisoning webTo this kind of workhe's a stranger....

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 parkDancing in the grass)“Fairies? Don’t be foolish,”My brother gives a hootBut I don’t care—I know they’re there(I hear their silvered flute)“Dragons are for stories,”Gran told me gently onceI called her when I saw one(But she was having lunch)They think I’m being sillyAnd playing make-believeI can tell fact from fictionI know what I have seenAnd when they dare to tell meI haven’t any p...

දැරියකගේ හිත

A Girl's Head |Katherine GallagherIn it there is a dream that was startedbefore she was bornand there is a globewith hemisphereswhich shall be happythere is her own spacecrafta chosen dressand pictures of her friendsthere are shining ringsand a maze of mirrorsthere is a diaryfor surprise occasionsthere is a horse springing hoovesacross the skythere is a sea thattides and swellsand cannot be mappedthere is untold hopein that no equation exactlyfits a headදිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ 13.03....

සන්ධ්‍යාව එළඹෙද්දී

One Return | Nicolette StaskoNeedles 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....

බෙහෙත් වට්ටෝරුව

Prescription | Nicolette StaskoTake your pillsIn the prescribed cycle of morningThe blue one when you first wake upThe white one with the coffeeTo counteract the heart’s racingAnd heavy pumpingThen the upstairs onesThe ones I am most afraid Of keepingOf missingThose little palliative ovalsThat claim to prevent the weepingTo stop the pictures runningLike a bus through the brainThe ones marked hopeAnd despair the ones Marked pain and rebirthThe ones that sayNothingදිනමිණ- වසත් සුළඟ 27.02....

ජීවිතය

Barter| Sara TeasdaleLife has loveliness to sell,   All beautiful and splendid things,Blue waves whitened on a cliff,   Soaring fire that sways and sings,And children's faces looking upHolding wonder in a cup.Life has loveliness to sell,   Music like a curve of gold,Scent of pine trees in the rain,   Eyes that love you, arms that hold,And for your spirit's still delight,Holy thoughts that star the night....

පුංචි ගමන්කරු

Five hours since the cutThey carry you in- a little grandeeDewy as a bud, black hair combedPerfumed eau de cologneI count your fingers,Eye your bunched fists, perfect skinA finished work-wrapped whiteYour own personI missed your first cryNow you are here separate, definedMy stomach twists knivesAs I try to hold you, skin against skin Little voyagerIn from your cloudQuickly I claim youAs I will again and again-Katherine Gallagherදිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ 19/12/2017

Thank you Stageless Arts!

When Stageless Arts contacted me requesting permission to feature my poetry on their site, my first unvoiced question was 'who are you?' The second question, also unvoiced- when I found out a bit about them- was 'are you sure I am good enough?...

මුළුතැන්ගෙයි කවි

Kitchen Poems |Nicolette StaskoClearing offthe breakfast dishesfor the ten thousandth timeI tighten my kimonoadjust the flowing sleevesthat dragin the honey and crumbsmove papers from one placeto anothera slim volumeof poetry falls outI am remindedhow hard to writesomething worth writingthere is a familiar achebehind my eyesthe sky seemsmuch too blueand sharptodayදිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ- 17/10/2017