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)

Striped (poem)

  Striped   I choke on dust, wreckage of world, and my crushed bones of existence. Painful agonies— what breathing soul is exempt from knowing? While the world continues doubling and halving its joys and sorrows, what of souls doubled over? Lines mark days— scratches on skin. Irrational love splits_____the cosmic lie for an irrational … More Striped (poem)

The Making (A Lenten Poem)

  The Making   Scattered, broken particles must be remade after life on earth snaps, crushes each bone, sinew, and organ into first-born molecules   Dust catches in throat— chokes irrelevancy   Smeared ashes reconstruct into wooden cross beams unmade – made – remade   * © prasanta  February 2018 * * * *  

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

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)

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

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)