by Prasanta | May 10, 2012 | Poetry
Each year we celebrate Mothers Day in the U.S., and this year my eyes were opened a little bit to those around me who are not mothers, women who are not yet married, women who are married without children, etc., and to remember that this day could be hard for some of...
by Prasanta | Apr 16, 2012 | Growth, One Thousand Gifts, Poetry, Spring, Thankfulness
Two weeks ago, we planted vegetable seeds. In this: It was an experiment– we usually buy seedlings in late May and plant them in the ground. But this year, we decided to plant straight from seed. And two weeks later, here is what we have: This weekend, we...
by Prasanta | Jan 27, 2012 | Five Minute Friday, God's love, grace, Poetry
chords float in the wind fill my soul the notes drown empty spaces soak like nothing else a dry, withering, empty, cracked ground needs water, a replenishing, a pouring to sprout shoots, seedlings, full with the promise of fruit, replete with the hope and desire of a...
by Prasanta | Sep 21, 2011 | Poetry
Poetry and Rust scratching the edge of smooth corners expressions mix with breath reveal truth of human soul a language, understood— colors of life blend the heart exposed slips off page and I cry, laugh and muse with you, across ink-spotted pages in the spilling of...
by Prasanta | Jul 14, 2011 | Faith, Poetry
I haven’t seen the wind But I know it blows I haven’t seen His face But His beauty shows – Trees sway by invisible hands My heart moves by invisible strands of red threads connected by miles of pulsing hope, and hands unseen cradle my soul – I follow the...
by Prasanta | Jun 14, 2011 | Beauty, eucharisteo, Faith, Haiku, Poetry, Thankfulness
In Yellow Summer Lilies reach skyward Yellow cranes, learning to fly Like growing children *** In summer, they frolic and laugh under the trees. The sunny yellow lilies sway tall; young souls are like the lilies, blooming in early summer’s youth, gentle and...
by Prasanta | Apr 29, 2011 | Poetry
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, heart- Before you? You laughed at the emptiness And swallowed it whole. –...
by Prasanta | Apr 28, 2011 | Poetry
Truth – A firm place For stubbing toe and A soft place To lay head… Bewitched paradoxed ground with Reeds not bowed by wind. – – Submitting this for: One Shot Wednesday at onestoppoetry.com ((I’m giving poetry a try. Been writing poetry...
by Prasanta | Apr 18, 2011 | Poetry
In the Middle I walk in large circles in the park, this week and last. The wind blows strong and I bend my head low and stare at the grass below. The hidden world beneath my feet is stirring to the morning call of spring. Very soon black ants will bubble up from...
by Prasanta | Apr 15, 2011 | Family, Five Minute Friday, Friendship, Poetry
Ready to “fingerpaint with words”? Joining today with Gypsy Mama’s “Five Minute Friday” writing prompt.Write for 5 minutes, unedited, and then stop. Today’s topic is “Distance”. GO I’d go the distance with you,...
