by Prasanta | Apr 30, 2018 | Beauty, Haiku, Photogrpahy, Poetry, Uncategorized
*** Oh, brilliant moon is it true that even you must fly as if you’re tardy? ― Issa *** tonight I have no time to sleep moon-viewing –Basho *** I took this photo from a plane yesterday evening. The full moon...
by Prasanta | Apr 28, 2018 | Poetry, poetry by others, Spring
Spring – Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti Frost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots? Tips of tender green, Leaf, or blade, or sheath; Telling of the hidden life...
by Prasanta | Apr 27, 2018 | Poetry, Spring
The First Spring Day – Poem by Christina Rossetti I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing, robin, sing; I still am sore in doubt...
by Prasanta | Apr 26, 2018 | peace, Perspective, Poetry, Quotes, Rest, scripture, Spring, Time
I write these words on a day in late April, the half-gray sky with muted sunshine. The grass is a mild shade of green and the snow has melted, though mini icebergs remain where plows stacked the snow into piles. April is a season of change; a transition from one...
by Prasanta | Apr 25, 2018 | Children, Daughter, Growing up the South, Memories, Poetry, Spring, Uncategorized
April is National Poetry Month. As I’ve mentioned here before, however, every month is poetry month for me. 🙂 To celebrate these last few days in April, National Poetry Month, and the first signs of spring, I will post some poetry (some by others, some of...
by Prasanta | Apr 24, 2018 | Poetry, poetry by others, Spring
Over The Land Is April – Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson Over the land is April, Over my heart a rose; Over the high, brown mountain The sound of singing goes. Say, love, do you hear me, Hear my sonnets ring? Over the high, brown mountain, Love,...
by Prasanta | Apr 23, 2018 | Poetry, Spring
In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered by hatchets see— but don’t see my heart left me—...
by Prasanta | Apr 22, 2018 | Pain, Quotes, sorrow, Spring, Time
” April was just beginning, and after the warm spring day it turned cooler, slightly frosty, and a breath of spring could be felt in the soft, cold air… And everyone was silent, deep in thought, everything around was welcoming, young, so near— the...
by Prasanta | Apr 21, 2018 | Quotes, Writing
This is one of my favorite writing quotes. It offers a wonderful visual picture of seeking precision with words. As Mark Twain says, “The difference between the almost right word & the right word is really a large matter–it’s the...
by Prasanta | Apr 18, 2018 | Poetry, Spring
Stifled, choked tendrils Ears strain toward greening silence April snow showers © prasanta April 2018 Picture source: pixabay ...
