by Prasanta | Apr 29, 2021 | Belonging, Identity, Poetry, poetry by others, speaking
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by Prasanta | Aug 9, 2020 | Hope, Inspiration, Poetry, poetry by others, speaking, Writers, Writing, writing journey
Hi Writing Friends! I’m honored to be leading a Breakout Session at the Breathe Writers Conference this fall! The session (and conference) will be virtual this year. Below is the summary for my session: Writing from Exile: Finding Hope Amidst...
by Prasanta | Jun 21, 2020 | Poetry, Seasons, Summer
Solstice Lament A leaf, flower, blue egg blossom in brief— short season of thaw before heads scurry in holes. For now, irony— gaining inches of darkness while days shimmer in verdurous splendor, efflorescent interval. Light soon dissolves— night spreads...
by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2019 | Hope, Poetry, Purpose, Redemption
On New Years Eve, people all over the world celebrate the dawn and hope of a new beginning. One never knows what lies ahead, at the cusp of a new year. One thing is certain: there will be both joys and sorrows. I could never have predicted the year I have had. 2019...
by Prasanta | Dec 20, 2019 | Advent, Beauty, Poetry, Uncategorized
December Solstice Solstice darkness persists longer than sun’s extended rays which reach my fingertips eight minutes later than when they first sizzled out of their thermogenic home. Electromagnetic radiation warms cool blue earth, invisibly touches my skin. In the...
by Prasanta | Sep 23, 2019 | Poetry, Summer, Uncategorized
1540 (As Imperceptibly as Grief) – By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk...
by Prasanta | Sep 18, 2019 | Autumn, Poetry, Seasons, Summer, Uncategorized
Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded, like those of summer, and a small brown spider has hung out her web on a line between porch post and chain...
by Prasanta | Sep 13, 2019 | Poetry, Writers, Writing, writing journey
Friends, I wanted to bring to your attention three poetry contests: Dignity not Detention – A prize of $500 and publication in Poetry International will be given for a single poem written for refugees currently being detained pending their hearings. (A similar...
by Prasanta | Jul 4, 2019 | Poetry
Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush fields, purple, amber and golden streams flow, trickle down to hungry souls, drip into an earth permeable to tears of human feet and ambered grace of grains transformed into red, white and blue frosted independence day...
by Prasanta | May 11, 2019 | Poetry
I wrote this poem a few years ago. The poem is in a form called the Shadorma, with the following syllabic structure in each stanza: 3-5-3-3-7-5. ***
