by Prasanta | Jan 7, 2018 | Poetry
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. ~Rainer Maria Rilke: Sunset ...
by Prasanta | Dec 28, 2017 | Poetry
tell me, dear reader, what choice do i have but to remain incognito? and to console myself with countless books, endless cups of tea, and hours and hours of writing, and cry a little in between. * © prasanta december 27,...
by Prasanta | Dec 24, 2017 | Advent, Poetry
Official first day of winter– the solstice when darkness is bigger, greater, longer than the sun’s extended rays which reach my fingertips eight minutes later than when they first sizzled out of their thermogenic home This electromagnetic radiation reaches the...
by Prasanta | Dec 20, 2017 | Poetry
Coins in the Fontana Di Trevi When I was 19 at the Fontana Di Trevi I tossed in three coins with the right hand over the left shoulder I lost track of where they landed among hundreds of copper and silver bits splattered like a random mosaic on the fountain’s...
by Prasanta | Dec 5, 2017 | Poetry, Quotes
by Prasanta | Nov 23, 2017 | God, God's Faithfulness, God's love, God's promises, God's Word, Gratefulness, Poetry, Prayer, Thankfulness
What are you thankful for today? Thanksgiving is a day set aside to pause, reflect, and to give thanks to the giver of all good gifts. * for the calm within a swirling storm for abiding peace amidst wars within and without for the everpresent source of strength when I...
by Prasanta | Nov 22, 2017 | Poetry, Writing
Covert Daytime slips eventide glows purple and gold The poet writes with a covert pen Her words cloaked meanings hidden camouflaged in twilight Verses swathed in mystery in quiet unknown webspace © prasanta 11/22/17 *...
by Prasanta | Nov 21, 2017 | Beauty, Poetry, Writing
Like silver dew Settling at dawn Open palms Catch quivering songs Find inkblood and letters In hands drinking the world Find them on pages Of a warm life Find them in eyes And cracked souls Inkblood and letters Offer streams...
by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2017 | Poetry, Purpose, Quotes, Writing
West Wind #2 You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water,...
by Prasanta | Nov 14, 2017 | Photos, Poetry, Quotes
“November–with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes–days...
