by Prasanta | Oct 28, 2016 | Poetry
Beautifully curling upward, Cupping droplets that land on its skin I take my finger, wipe the drop Leaving a skirmish behind The autumn leaf is like a heart Turned toward heaven Changing colors, singing in its death— I wonder, Leaf, how many songs have you sung? * I...
by Prasanta | Oct 14, 2016 | Poetry, Seasons
October Elegy October enters surreptitiously Calmly separates leaf from scion Trees relinquish clasp— and foliage Obeys the call— scatters asunder Browned, crunchy, dispersed— Elegy upon the grass Rest in peace. 10/16 ©Prasanta (Acrostic poem) *...
by Prasanta | Oct 11, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
AUTUMN The leaves are falling, falling as from far, as though above were withering farthest gardens; they fall with a denying attitude. And night by night, down into solitude, the heavy earth falls far from every star. We are all falling. This hand’s falling too...
by Prasanta | Sep 21, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Finally A road gravel Gray, brown, quiet Leading back to home Dust stirred up by walking I waited for words to be spoken Maybe the leaves would whisper Or I’d hear through the crunch of gravel I thought, at times, it echoed in the trees, When I...
by Prasanta | Jul 23, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I discovered the lake that summer Deliberately arriving to see stars at midnight Reflecting like white diamonds In silken waters I heard the crickets Familiar, comforting sound Lulled me to sleep as a child Like a soft, summer rain Under lacy pines...
by Prasanta | Jul 8, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
It was a snap-decision Pretty soon fog and mirrors Multiplied I couldn’t discern the way out Something true, something lovely, Something good, something excellent Existed – outside the fun maze. From where had I come? Mazes are lonely places A strange sort of...
by Prasanta | Jun 4, 2016 | Poetry
Sonnets… and the Bible? I was intrigued and agreed to write a review for Sonnets of Faith, by Dona Wilding Haws, illustrated by Dan Burr, published by Ambassador International. A sonnet is a type of poetry with a set pattern of a rhyming scheme, syllabic...
by Prasanta | May 29, 2016 | Poetry
Lanterns They sleep peacefully here, hiding silvery secrets under thick, worn skin A whisper emerges from shadows, among rows of granite Quivering souls— now stilled The spirit of outstretched hands shakes in all seasons I feel the grip of hope, salute the...
by Prasanta | May 21, 2016 | Poetry
Corrosion She’ll lure you, entice with promises of wealth, and no want. She feigns plenteousness while stealing a breath each day; her veins, jaundiced. Will you follow her to the ends of the earth— seek Shiny Dawn, though each morning reveals a...
by Prasanta | May 15, 2016 | Poetry, Quotes, Spring
“For winter’s rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green...
