Poems by Rilke

  Piano Practice by Rainer Maria Rilke The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues; she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly and put into it that sharply etched etude her impatience for a reality that could come: tomorrow, this evening–, that perhaps was there, was just kept hidden; and at the window, tall and having everything, … More Poems by Rilke

she became silent

  Silence for too long and no no words for far too long no answering the phone (then and now) when light finally broke through escape from prison she spoke but didn’t speak unable to speak hiding away resting, recovering from a month of savagery she now cries, sleeps, heals under the sun * January … More she became silent

certain/uncertain

Some things are certain (what I know) Others uncertain (I don’t know what you’re thinking) . . . Some know how to love— (you—beautiful you—from what I perceive and believe) — and I’m certain about certain facts such as (          ) And others don’t know how to love such as (                   ) I ask– did … More certain/uncertain

Sunset (by Rilke)

  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        

consolation (poem)

    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, 2017

december solstice (poem)

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 cool blue earth invisibly touches my skin Here I sit in the chill of Cimmerian nights and … More december solstice (poem)

Thankful (poem)

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 am weak for boundless hope … More Thankful (poem)

Covert (poem)

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   *  

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