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 You are the rod, the arm, the voice You are honey withdrawn From my soul A foggy, misty morning Is what I...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 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 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....
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 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 | 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
by Prasanta | Jun 17, 2018 | God's love, Holy Spirit, Poetry, Resurrection, Soul Work
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...
by Prasanta | Jun 13, 2018 | Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, sorrow
I choke on dust, wreckage of world, and my crushed bones of existence… Read the rest of the poem, posted today on Altarwork ….
