by Prasanta | Feb 1, 2019 | Poetry
Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold....
by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2018 | Poetry
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the...
by Prasanta | Dec 6, 2018 | Advent, Christ, Poetry
“…for who can endure the day of his coming?” ~ Malachi 3:2 When an angel snapped the old thin threads of speech with an untimely birth announcement, slit the seemly cloth of an even more blessed event with shears of miracle, invaded the privacy...
by Prasanta | Nov 12, 2018 | Creation, Five Minute Friday, grace, Hope, Poetry, Promises, Seasons, Walking
I said to the gem surviving beneath the season’s first sheath of ice and snow, “you are my favorite” because the world walked by and did not notice you . I stopped and noticed your tenacity insistence to live and not die buried under indifference of snow and...
by Prasanta | Oct 22, 2018 | Poetry
What did Autumn ask Of you On trails of fallen leaves Where children stomp Adults stroll and winds scatter? What did your eyes seek Among the rust, the gold? You are the rod, the arm, the voice You are honey withdrawn From my soul A foggy, misty morning Is what I...
by Prasanta | Oct 17, 2018 | Poetry, Prayer
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 11, 2018 | Poetry, poets
The Sea by Pablo Neruda, On the Blue Shore of Silence I need the sea because it teaches me, I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, or only its harsh voice or its shining suggestion of fishes and ships. The fact...
by Prasanta | Oct 8, 2018 | Beauty, Change, Garden, Photogrpahy, Photos, Poetry, poets
Autumn in the Garden by Henry Van Dyke When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the golden soil Through the toil Of a hundred years is mellow, rich,...
by Prasanta | Oct 6, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, trees
Senescent (adjective) growing old; aging. Cell Biology. (of a cell) no longer capable of dividing but still alive and metabolically active. As in: trees laughing leaves, dropping down on me, floating in the wind. I catch a handful of laughter, toss it back in the air....
