"perera" poems
It’s not the same moon
that you and I see
the moon is the moon
that we want it to be.
the moon is a picture
of our own thoughts
the moon will be
what we want it to be.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
roaming colours
paint the woods
pencil feathers
ringlets echo
one after one
each flap
hues of sunlight
touch up shades
soft plumes
little hiccups
with each take off
leaves quake
wild flowers
a frisson of pleasure
swamps in
petals unfurl
a sigh undone and
sepals swell
tender sips
with rooted focus
bees detour
minds untie
as each glides by
a masterpiece
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
the grass quiver tantalized
well tuned strings
plucked by those hands
of the churning wind
passing by…. passing by.
the leaves gyrate in tune
dancing on the chords
echoing in the stillness
whispering then and then
to go on…. to go on.
the sound of monkeys
adding leafy rhythms
with their jumps and turns
a mad crescendo
high and low…. high and low.
floating with the song
joy an ocean in each pore
my mind still and yet
on a magic carpet that swirls
here and there…. here and there.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Trees in dark tunics
leaves reflect the pale moonlight.
The silver fur of the moon
extended claws gripping the dark
veins are stretched to a chilled red wine.
Its taste tingles on the tip of my tongue
to lick the white stains of the ambushed sky
to pluck the emblems with my teeth
and howl silently with the moon
nudging the dark space to a blushing white.
©Malintha Perera 2015
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Early morning
I heard a dew drop
opening its white wings ;
each crack parted
a turning wave
a frost bubbling over.
Within its eyes
the world was moving
in a daze.
About to explode
holding out to the sky
it coughed out life
a moist lick
on a coarse dry leaf.
© Malintha Perera
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Inside the voice
of a bird’s cry
is a ride to the distant stars
circling the moon
through black holes
a soft play of Saturn’s flat rings
a humming heartbeat
a live silence
a frequency
echoing
inner space.
©Malintha Perera 2014
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
It was the running wind
more than touched me
not so gently
slapping my face
pulling the hair over my face
making a wild disarray
dumping the shawl around my neck
to a muddy puddle nearby .
Like everything else it just passed
not even looking back at the mess it made on me
I ran my fingers though my hair
rearranged myself
moved on.
the wind did not seep in
through my skin.
©Malintha Perera 2014
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
A full moon morning
not yet awake
the fully fledged stars
were down to pay homage
seated on the vines
marinated in white robes
without the usual yellow makeup.
Only the breeze was allowed to touch them
to carry away the scent on their tongues
licking the moisture from the white skins
blowing gentle puffs
into the wide mouth of the gaping wind.
The wind circled around me whispering to be gentle
as I lifted each flower one to my small tray
and laid them around and around like a milky way
not breaking their prayer with the looming moon ahead.
Too late the white disc pinned me with its glare
continued to look down gently
from a balcony of cloud sprays
I heard every word that had gone on between them
and my eyes misted
with what they said.
©Malintha Perera 2014
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
thoughts a festering wound
gathering and multiplying waves
racing from the depths
oblivious
I gaze
through
the crowd.
passing faces all blank outlines
penciled shades quivering
ghostly hums curling my ears
pain
twist
and
i hear.
smashing the misty trance
a distance toll of a temple bell
taps on my glassy clamour.
all
empties
flashing
silence.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
leaves sculpted
statues in silvery
stardust
a solitary moon
half winks
peeks through
its mocking gaze
a crest, on little trophies
erected within us
their ghostly shadows
a field of ruins
of fragile dreams.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
night dipped in moon water
trees mouthing words
a mist forming on the surface high
dew drops ********** on the cement steps
incense smoke filming the whole scene
a lonely flame
a gentle twitch
ahead of the hall
a seated statue
eyes downcast
ignoring shadows high on the wall
just a flicker now and then
breaths sliced down
pieces of vibration splinters
fishing
for light
instead
confronts
a high voltage
emptiness.
©Malintha Perera 2014
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
wet leaves
brush each other
dry
catching the dew
with their tongues..
colours stretch
shifting the light
shadows tease
the ground
eyelashes supple
against the wind…
flap and flap
between chapters, shades press
summer
on my skin, burning
dry leaves
crushed leaves...
the smell of grass
under us
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Sent to work
without wings
I searched under cobwebs
and waylaid cocoon rings.
I traded hearts
with burning moths
and tried to save theirs
from ashen dust.
Even fireflies in autumn
pressed them between leaves
and the butterflies hid theirs
among sinew streams.
I even looked in the ocean
and studied the gills
and wondered if I could use them
as temporary swings.
I stood with birds
tried to clip theirs alive
and the bees they were noisy
the flies were a rude bunch.
At last I let go
and buried my hands
my soul soared high
with wings I thought I never had.
We are all angels
without the outer wings
our souls have them hidden
until we are ready to flee.
©Malintha Perera 2015
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
The world is dancing
to the lawless music playing through leaf stalks
with amber wine in our tall glasses
from which I could taste the blood
of the crushed dry earth
pouring out and running down our adorned fingers.
I can see glimpses of faces
from within the cracks of our masquerade masks
the tattoos of dry tunnels of the deep dug rivers.
The mercury dust is streaking down our strained necks
and the glittering garments we are wearing
are clinging to our hot skins with films of sweat
drenching us with a sweet burden.
The feathers are coming off our sequined disguises
making us sneeze and cough
faltering our steps
lost in the haze of smoke
rising beneath our feet
and we think it is the mist carrying us.
And yet here we are spinning the globe
between our strapped heels
unaware of the embers within ashen depths
unfurling slowly
and we are still unaware.
©Malintha Perera 2014
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
autumn wind
shakes the dark clouds…
a laugh bursts
the rising mist
catches my skin…
warm fingers
sound of rain
on the roof…
a tap dance
on leaves…
the thump they bring
unroot silence
water strips
outside the window…
puddles crackle
fallen leaves
float by and by…
waving shadows
wind and the rain… ticks everywhere
rain drops blend moist air….. sweetness
loud gasps
from the skies…
thunder
lightning flashes
a brief glimpse…
thoughts
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
love
without greed, has
no measurements
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
i took a slice
of that moon light
a radiant prism
of a butterfly skin.
made some lanterns
hung on each tree
sat back and watched
the wind playing hymns.
the keys were teeth
of a black puma
pulled the chords
a moonlight sonata.
it was a full moon
and i was breathless
music of vibes…
silent strings.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
empty bellies....
a swelling
glow
tissue wings
tracing smoky blends...
wet meadows
goggle eyes
stirring marshy pools...
mirrors mist
a wild chorus
dims porch lights....
a concerto
ivies arch
stretching tunes...
flames convulse
signals wave
on long grass blades
for chats
the night
flares up in flakes...
an interlude
stars back off
pulling out their lights ...
a truce
Copyright : Malintha Perera 2014
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
past midnight
i cannot sleep
not when the currents of the night
drawing me in
my kuti is alight
with transparent beams
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?
my eyes are shut
but yet open
i want to move
but where is my being ?
i see through the walls
through dark waves
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?
sinking …. sinking…
further and beyond
thoughts flaring
no handles to hold on
not even sipping
those lips that once lured in
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?
darkness is light
light is darkness
one and the same
the same emptiness
void has no colour
the colour is ego
the night is not dark
and it is not a black stream.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC