by Prasanta | May 8, 2016 | Mothering, Mothers, Poetry
I wrote this poem in 2011, but haven’t posted it since 2012, and felt it was time to share again: The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my arms,...
by Prasanta | Apr 26, 2016 | Poetry
I Go Among Trees by Wendell Berry I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it...
by Prasanta | Apr 18, 2016 | Photogrpahy, Poetry, Spring
* Somewhere, winter is dying Winter is dying somewhere * We know it is time. The apple barrel is nearly empty And I am no longer muffled by the snow. * I am not sure what to do when spring comes; will I know where to step, will I sink in the grass...
by Prasanta | Apr 11, 2016 | Poetry, Spring
I can see a slight tinge of yellow on the daffodils, and though the winter cold is still lingering on, I know that spring is on its way. To celebrate the arrival of spring, and because April is National Poetry Month, here a couple of poems written by William...
by Prasanta | Mar 28, 2016 | Poetry, Purpose
Solved Lost variables in a vortex of unknowns Seeking an answer, a solution Seeking our identity Seeking to be known… What is the value of our unknown? More or less? Equal to, greater than, or less than? We’re looking for our value Hoping to be plugged in Somewhere...
by Prasanta | Mar 13, 2016 | Poetry
A Thousand Twilights A thousand drums thundered across the sky dropping wedges, cutting time in sharp divides– impassable mountain range Sometimes I hear music— wind-songs, tree-speak, leaf-whispers of ancient days a thousand twilights hide me in shades of...
by Prasanta | Mar 2, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Lucy and the Chocolate Listen– it’s easy, she can handle it Moving along quite splendidly But it gets faster, bit by bit And though they ought to quit This redhead does not so gingerly Listen— it’s easy, she can handle it This...
by Prasanta | Feb 18, 2016 | Poetry
Steep Shoulders You are the moon, the white glow Bouncing off the wet pavement You are red streaks of light shimmering on the road Your heartbeat sets the rhythm Keeps pace with an electric night I can dodge shadows with the receding sun Because you are...
by Prasanta | Jan 31, 2016 | Poetry
Diaspora Close eyes Weaver knits wind tails Dreammaker ignites fire Reach, catch a tail, flipping fast, skim invisible air Grab this one or that— tail of another fantastic— Soar through days, ripple like waves surge through moments twirl through realizations A...
by Prasanta | Jan 17, 2016 | Poetry
Here’s a poem I wrote when I was in high school… yep, high school. That was, let’s see… a long time ago. My kids are now close to the age when I wrote this. This piece was published in our annual high school literary magazine. My 7th grade...
