Cool Moon – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Beyond scalding heat,

Drifting in the lush blueness, 

A luscious cool moon;

Lying on the sandy beach,

Soft ripples caress my toes.

Anita Bacha

Happy reading my dear friends.

The Other Side Of Paradise – A Love Poem by Anita Bacha


God only knows,

She saw your smile in the crescent of the moon,

She saw your tears sashaying her window screen,

Or was it raining on a full moon night;

God only knows,

She was madly in love with the idea of you,

The scent of  henna on her beloved’s hand,

Breathed the perfume of rose in the desert sand;

God only knows,

How far this traveler had run around the globe,

She saw your footprints in a puddle of water,

She saw your fingers running in her tangled hair,

Or was it the rustling of the mimosa leaves;

God only knows,

She was intoxicated by the words falling from your lips,

She let you feast on her riches and her body,

She let you steal her soul,

She lost herself in you and she came to be you;

God only knows,

She heard her beseeching voice in the haboob,

Or was it the cry of a lamb in the arid dunes,

God only knows.

Anita Bacha 

Dear friends and readers, The Other Side of Paradise, is one of the poems that you will find in Part 2 of my poetry book INK, Echo of life and love (2019).

Hope you enjoy the before taste.

Happy reading 

Anita Bacha

Ode to Monsoon – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha


On flooded rice fields,

The rhythm of the falling rain,

An ode to monsoon;

Children splash in soiled puddle,

Green frogs musically croak.

Good morning and happy Monday,my dear friends!

Happy Reading.

Anita Bacha

The Sound of Waves – Haiku Poem by Anita Bacha

The sound of waves 

Crashing on the seashore 

A call for prayer 

Artwork Ogata Kōrin (c1658-1716)

Many thanks to the Japan Society London for selecting and including my above haiku in their website.

Congratulations to the other poets who shared their beautiful haiku.

https://www.japansociety.org.uk/?pg=haiku-corner#a

Thank you for viewing and reading, my dear friends.

Have a happy Thursday!

Anita Bacha

Glossy Blossoms – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Transience of beauty,

Glossy blossoms writhe and fall,

In a matter of time;

Summer flows in my garden,

Perky buds open their folds.

Artwork Adrienne Stein c. Oxford Roses,2021.

Anita Bacha.

Good morning,my dear friends and readers.

Thank you for viewing and reading.

Spotlight Poetry – The Way We Were – A Poem by Goff James

Art, Music, Photography, Poetry and Quotations

The image depicts a painting titled The Way We Were by the artist Ali Asad. The work is a semi-abstract conceptual folk painting of three male figures with a dog on a plain off white  background. The image supports the poem The Way We Were written by the poet Goff James.
© Ali Asad, The Way We Were, 2018

The Way We Were by Goff James

Through our eyes you will see
Through our ears you will hear

Through our thoughts you will dream


Through your feet we will walk
Through your blood we will bleed

Through our yesterdays you will see our deeds
Through our todays you will see our truths

Through our days you will see us just as one in unison
Through our nights you will see us as once we were


Through your dusk’s we will remember joy’s blessed fragrance
Through your nights we will feel the moon and stars

Upon our tombstone you’ll see writ

Poem Attribution – Goff James –We DidIt Our Way

Copyright (c) 2022 Goff James – All Rights Reserved

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Painting Attribution © Ali Asad, The Way We Were, 2018

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Seasons Flow – Haibun by Anita Bacha

The cruel wind blows,

Cold feet in thick woolen socks,

We lit the fireplace.



A slice of sun glides,

Under closed window curtains,

A cockerel crows.



Breakfast at the farm,

Fried eggs, bacon, and baked beans,

Tea with fresh cow’s milk.



Poppies in the field,

Glossy red under the sun,

Dancing in the breeze.




Barefoot on the grass,

Along rows of wildflowers,

We run happily.



Cut fragrant lilacs,

We borrow our neighbor’s vase,

Living room looks cute.



In the back garden,

Cheerful songs on drying line,

Birds poop on washing.



Under the plum tree,

Drinking home-made lemonade,

We sit side by side.



The sun is going down,

Grey clouds gather in the sky,

Quickly we move in.



Snuggly in our bed,

In the darkness of the night,

We hear the rainfalls.











Good morning,dear friends.

Thank you for viewing and reading my haibun. Hope you enjoyed it.

Anita Bacha.

Sun Is Going Down – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Sun is going down,

Silvery ripples yo-yo,

Neath catamaran,

Morn waves roar and crash on shore,

On horizon sailing boats .

My photo clicked at Casita, Mauritius.

Thank you for viewing and reading, dear friends.

Happy Saturday.

Happy Summer Day.

Anita Bacha.

A New Phase of Life – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

The rose has fallen,

On the stem, a bud opens,

A new phase of life,

On a bed of thorns, she thrives,

Bleeding words of innocence.

Anita Bacha

Spotlight Poetry – Music – A poem by Amy Lowell

Spotlight Poetry – Music – A poem by Amy Lowell

https://goffjamesart.wordpress.com/2021/08/16/spotlight-poetry-music-a-poem-by-amy-lowell/
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