Flammable (poem)

Flammable (poem) Approaching flames warm hands and wake the mind, sparks sear the heart, ignite fiber of truth— a thread of hunger burns… Read the rest of my poem at Altarwork!   *© prasanta 2012 Like dead bones coming alive… we also, dead in our sins...

Lanterns {a poem for Memorial Day}

  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...

Mother’s Day (a poem)

  I wrote the poem below several years ago; I share it here once again for Mother’s Day.   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...

Every Day (poem by Naomi Shihab Nye)

    EVERY DAY    My hundred-year-old next-door neighbor told me: Every day is a good day *if you have it.* I had to think about that a minute. She said, Every day is a present someone left at your birthday place at the table. Trust me! It may not feel like...

Poetry by William Wordsworth

When I was in college, I spent a semester in London and had the wonderful opportunity to visit the beautiful Lake District area one weekend. Five of us traveled there, stayed in a charming bed and breakfast with a gorgeous view of sheep dotting the hillsides...