by Prasanta | Sep 1, 2020 | Uncategorized
(I’m not quite ready for the porch swinging to end! But I know those days are coming.) Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded, like those of...
by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2019 | Hope, Poetry, Purpose, Redemption
On New Years Eve, people all over the world celebrate the dawn and hope of a new beginning. One never knows what lies ahead, at the cusp of a new year. One thing is certain: there will be both joys and sorrows. I could never have predicted the year I have had. 2019...
by Prasanta | Sep 23, 2019 | Poetry, Summer, Uncategorized
1540 (As Imperceptibly as Grief) – By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk...
by Prasanta | Sep 18, 2019 | Autumn, Poetry, Seasons, Summer, Uncategorized
Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded, like those of summer, and a small brown spider has hung out her web on a line between porch post and chain...
by Prasanta | Apr 13, 2019 | Jesus, Lent, Poetry
This Bread I Break By Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree ‘Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked...
by Prasanta | Mar 20, 2019 | Poetry, Spring
It’s the first day of Spring. Below is a photo of a fragrant verbena, which usually blooms in the first 2 weeks of May. Nothing is blooming yet, but most of the snow has melted and the grass is visible. The temperatures are gradually increasing, although it is...
by Prasanta | Feb 1, 2019 | Poetry
Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold....
by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2018 | Poetry
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the...
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...
