Flames of Fall (poem)

      Flames of Fall Reds and golds dripping The equinox dance begins Flames dying on land © prasanta September 2017     “Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” -Jim Bishop     _______________________________________________________________    

Cinquains (poems)

  Phases Leaves drift separated torn from solid branches glorious even in death– dreams endure. © prasanta September 2017     Begin Winter will find its rest when morning arrives and the sun makes us forget what aches. Begin…. © prasanta September 2017     Power Each word living magic spoken, written, breathed, dreamt sever, save, entangle, … More Cinquains (poems)

Summer’s Lease…

Summer’s lease hath all too short a date…  —- Shakespeare, Sonnet 18           The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm     The house was quiet and the world was calm.     The reader became the book; and summer night     Was like the conscious being of the book.     The … More Summer’s Lease…

Streams of Amber (poem)

Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush fields, purple, amber and golden streams flow, trickle down to hungry souls, drip into an earth permeable to tears of human feet, and ambered grace of grains is transformed into red, white and blue frosted independence day cakes. © prasanta  July 2011  ____________________________________________________________________________________________

June Poems

Today is the first day of summer, the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Because summer is so short here in the Midwest, and gray clouds hang gloomily for much of the year, the blue skies and bright sun are a welcome sight. The earth is alive and bursting with color. Creatures are … More June Poems

A Flower’s Gospel

As blades shoot upward Break through the dirt It can hurt, you know Perhaps they are Oblivious to pain Or perhaps they endure This birth This purpose This emergence This existence For simply A few sunrises A few sunsets And some rain and sun In the in-between When flowers bloom alone And no one sees … More A Flower’s Gospel


I used to have two blogs. My other blog was strictly a poetry blog: all poetry, all the time. About 5-6 years ago, I was actively participating in weekly poetry prompt link-ups and another creative writing type of prompt website. Each week (or multiple days a week), a prompt was posted and poems were written and … More Arpeggio

Iron Ore

I spent the past 5 days in a rural part of Illinois at a speech and debate tournament. The location of the tournament was a church in the middle of farmland and windmills. It seemed out of place, as if its location was a mistake, a building dropped right in the middle of farms. But … More Iron Ore

Spring’s Broken Wings

Spring’s Broken Wings homeless, broken-winged birds forgotten ones of spring sing sweetest, endless song the one I speak of      (I wonder if you know her—             she has no nest             no place to rest             her head) a beautiful melody rings through darkness marks the sky pierces the night alone, she sings       (do you … More Spring’s Broken Wings

In April (poem)

In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake  words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered  by hatchets see—    but don’t see my heart left me— some night, long ago I wonder why in April the daffodils have … More In April (poem)

Holy Week (Poems)

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 the … More Holy Week (Poems)

A Poem for Lent

    Lachrimae Amantis By Geoffrey Hill What is there in my heart that you should sue so fiercely for its love? What kind of care brings you as though a stranger to my door through the long night and in the icy dew seeking the heart that will not harbor you, that keeps itself … More A Poem for Lent

Calling Cards

Calling Cards Across pages hundred footprints of ideas, worlds within, shut-in, choked from chains of dust, caress each corner down binding torn and worn open page, set free captive verse and thought. Hands reach quench thirst starve ignorance whisper with ages share secrets with souls letters and inkblood of hearts gone to grave. Travel, unencumbered … More Calling Cards

Spring (poem by Hopkins) and A Prayer for Spring (poem by Frost)

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins   Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –              When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;              Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush           Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring           The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;     The … More Spring (poem by Hopkins) and A Prayer for Spring (poem by Frost)

Maple Trees, Maple Sugaring, and Soul-Extracting

I didn’t plan to write about trees. It just so happens I saw a poem about willow trees on a website, and a corresponding article about willow trees and aspirin, which prompted me to write about willow trees here. I happened to come across a poem (posted near the end, below) which referenced maple trees, plus it’s also maple … More Maple Trees, Maple Sugaring, and Soul-Extracting

The Willow Tree

  I grew up near a golf course with graceful, majestic willow trees on the edge of the property. The golf course and the trees were just around the block and I loved looking at those beautiful trees. It was private property and it was also a golf course, so it was not an area … More The Willow Tree


Awake (poem) nowhere safe—sunlight seeps, permeates crevices— deep corners awake     © prasanta 2/2017 * Picture taken on a hike in the Black Mountain, NC area. Black Mountain is part of the Appalachian Mountain Range extending from the Blue Ridge.