Sarah Dharmasiri Poems

Daddy is not here
Nor is he there
He is not under my bed
I can't find him anywhere
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Wild-eyed children with fat lips,
sit glumly upon bottom steps,
awaiting the known time, reasons and recourse
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News come lightly as feathers falling from soft wings of doves
But lands as hard as mountains of terror
Angels treading softly where fools dance in
Over the sense of self.
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What of you moon
Slumber drunk and steady
Your light seeps lazily down outstretched branches
Dripping into dark water
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Thin band far oft
Heavy clouds pressing pushing
Crushing with the force of thunder
But my hope lies there
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Through breathless moonlight mist she weaves
Scattering light between the leaves
At this dark wanting late night hour
She slows the cold damp winds in power
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To be despised is to be slug, homeless and writhing
Salts of earth burn as scorn is laboured on these wretched beasts
Assimilating ground into their fat juices
When rain comes they gather speed
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Hollow crescent from hip to lip
Cursed kisses and bye bye baby
Withdrawn from the secret meaning
Occlused by yards of unknitted yarn
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The ping merrily danced across your phone, across your life, cross your lies.
Gliding cheerfully between us, Soviet, a secret.
Sweat pricking under shaky hands, mouth drying, spittle acrid.
Slowly, with each green battlefield, each verdant square,
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It is possible to be a lover but also one who hates
It is possible to be destructive but also one who creates
It is possible to spread laughter everywhere you go
It is possible to spread anger, to spread sorrow, to spread woe.
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