by Prasanta | Oct 2, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, poets
Besides the Autumn Poets Sing by Emily Dickinson Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A few incisive mornings, A few ascetic eves,— Gone Mr. Bryant’s golden-rod, And Mr. Thomson’s sheaves....
by Prasanta | Sep 22, 2018 | Poetry, Quotes
(photo source: unsplash) Poetry is language used with intensity. It is not, as so many suppose, decorative speech. Poets tell us what our eyes, blurred with too much gawking, and our ears, dulled with too much chatter, miss around and within us. Poets use words...
by Prasanta | Sep 22, 2018 | Poetry
by Prasanta | Sep 10, 2018 | Poetry, poets, Uncategorized
Messenger by Mary Oliver My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I...
by Prasanta | Aug 31, 2018 | Haiku, Nature, Poetry, Quotes, Uncategorized
… and so the day slips the long mournings of trees last traces of gold © prasanta – August 2018 “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” ― Sylvia...
by Prasanta | Aug 25, 2018 | Journey, Poetry, Words, Writing
Where do uspoken words go Forgotten in some collective conscious of empty, unwritten volumes, filling dust lined shelves Perhaps filling oceans replete with missed opportunities and golden intentions Perhaps tossed on the wayside of unknown gardens, wildflowers...
by Prasanta | Aug 21, 2018 | Poetry, Summer, Time, Words
Flies, bees, fireflies whirr in summer heat circulating like blood in a heart, pumping much needed oxygen to weary limbs that would die without air What stays, stands near, surrounds, envelops the air, the outline of our skin? Dig a hole, build a fire pit, watch...
by Prasanta | Aug 7, 2018 | Poetry, poetry by others, Uncategorized
Moonrise Will you glimmer on the sea? Will you fling your spear-head On the shore? What note shall we pitch? We have a song, On the bank we share our arrows— The loosed string tells our note: O flight, Bring her swiftly to our song. She is great, We measure her by the...
by Prasanta | Jul 9, 2018 | Journal, Poetry, Uncategorized
I’m thrilled and thankful to have a few poems published in the latest issue of Relief Journal!
by Prasanta | Jun 18, 2018 | Cross, Poetry
Scattered, broken particles must be remade after life on earth snaps, crushes each bone… Read the rest of the poem posted today on Altarwork…. © prasanta 2018
