by Prasanta | Oct 30, 2016 | Poetry
Falling, like leaves Dreams pile In cordate heaps I follow a leaf floating In a wild wind Like the leaf— Unzipped, undone By words, by a breath Falling to a death Of proportions previously Unknown Surrendered, Fallen, released, Crushed On forest floor. This, the...
by Prasanta | Oct 28, 2016 | Poetry
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 14, 2016 | Poetry, Seasons
October Elegy October enters surreptitiously Calmly separates leaf from scion Trees relinquish clasp— and foliage Obeys the call— scatters asunder Browned, crunchy, dispersed— Elegy upon the grass Rest in peace. 10/16 ©Prasanta (Acrostic poem) *...
by Prasanta | Oct 11, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
AUTUMN The leaves are falling, falling as from far, as though above were withering farthest gardens; they fall with a denying attitude. And night by night, down into solitude, the heavy earth falls far from every star. We are all falling. This hand’s falling too...
by Prasanta | Nov 10, 2015 | Uncategorized
Usually on my walks, I am simply praying, thinking, talking to God, and listening. Because the fall has been mild, lately I’ve had the pleasure of observing a little bit of wildlife in the neighborhood. I’ve seen a heron near the shore of the river, on a...
by Prasanta | Nov 5, 2015 | Friendship, Journey
I’ve been walking by the river these days, while the temperature hovers between warmish and cool. I love watching the wind blow the leaves off the trees; the leaves are whisked in the water, landing softly, swirling their way with the slow-moving current. The...
by Prasanta | Oct 26, 2015 | Poetry
What did Autumn ask of you? 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 You were the rod, the arm, the voice You were honey withdrawn From...
by Prasanta | Oct 23, 2015 | Poetry
I remember you as you were in the last autumn. You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on. And the leaves fell in the water of your soul. Clasping my arms like a climbing plant the leaves garnered your voice, that...
by Prasanta | Oct 20, 2015 | Poetry
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, and deep, Whispers in its sleep....
by Prasanta | Oct 19, 2015 | God's love, Poetry
Autumn Leaf 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...
