Transience of beauty,
Glossy blossoms writhe and fall,
In a matter of time;
Summer flows in my garden,
Perky buds open their folds.
Anita Bacha.
Good morning,my dear friends and readers.
Thank you for viewing and reading.
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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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,
Silvery ripples yo-yo,
Neath catamaran,
Morn waves roar and crash on shore,
On horizon sailing boats .
Thank you for viewing and reading, dear friends.
Happy Saturday.
Happy Summer Day.
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
https://goffjamesart.wordpress.com/2021/08/16/spotlight-poetry-music-a-poem-by-amy-lowell/
— Read on goffjamesart.wordpress.com/2021/08/16/spotlight-poetry-music-a-poem-by-amy-lowell/
Tailspin autumn wind,
Dry leaves crush under my boots,
Spring is far away,
Olive trees in full blossom,
Pedicured feet in flip flops.
Artwork Olive Trees – Season Autumn Spring -André Claude Monet, 1884.
Dear friends and readers,
This is my first tanka poem. I hope that you enjoy it.
What is a tanka poem? One may ask.Is it similar to the haiku poem ?
A tanka or short poem originates in Japan just like the haiku poem.It is a free verse, 31 syllables poem written in five lines. The basic structure of the tanka is 5-7-5-7-7, whereas the haiku consists of three lines and 17 syllables in a 5-7-5 format.
Furthermore, the third line shifts from the imagery in the beginning lines to a reflective metaphor in the closing lines
Many more tanka poems to come for your eyes only.
Thank you for reading.
Anita Bacha.
Every moment is a day
Every day is a moment
Life brings joy et al
and its share of downfall
Life is empty
without its spontaneity
As we grow old
our perspectives evolve
Autumn’s rose petals fall
for spring buds to sprout
Life doesn’t mean to possess
life means to let go
Why ask the rose?
From the bud to the sparkling full bloom
From the full bloom to the withering rose, the rose tells her story
Each stage of our life has a story to tell similar to the rose
Fervor of first kiss
Innocent as a mistake
Blush of a pink rose
Ardor of first crush
Burning fire rising to flame
Whiff of a red rose
A single pink rose
In my lone winter garden
Rich with love fragrance
Wanting to flower
Like the morning rose
Living life anew
A burnt orange rose
Pressed between crumbling pages
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in the summer heat
blue wisteria blazing
over garden wall
— Anita Bacha, Mauritius
— Read on scarletdragonflyjournal.wordpress.com/2022/06/24/in-the-summer-heat/
Many thanks to lovely Editor Kathleen Trocmet for featuring my haiku poem in the June 2022 issue of Scarlet Dragonfly Journal.
Congrats to all the featured poets.
Anita Bacha
Many thanks to Japan Society London for selecting my poem as Haiku of the Week on June 22 2022.
Dear friends and readers,
Find out more selected haiku poems from other haiku poets at
japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner
Sharing a few other haiku poems with you here. Trust you will find pleasure in reading them. As the Master of Haiku, Matsuo Bashō reflects-
“Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences, to feel the spaces between the words and to journey into the depth of many multi-colored words.“
Strolling down the beach
The smell of seaweeds throw back
Heartache memories
One yellow blossom
Midst of golden barley field
A poem is born
Sweet white peonies
Your scent on my pillows
Nights without days
June wheat fields are gold
Basketfuls of freshly baked
Bread in every home
That’s about all for today, dear friends. Thank you for reading. Happy Friday. Blissful end of the week.
Anita Bacha.
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