Across the miles, their thoughts leap,
In fields of wild flowers and bees.
She dances under a golden sun,
He chases the waves till the day is done.
No miles can dim their playful spark,
They share their light across the dark.
Though far apart, their hearts agree,
To frolic wild and free.
Kimora gazes at the celestial cascade through the mist of time,
Thunder rolls through the nocturnal tempest sky,
As the horizon dissolves into the mystery,
Of the eighth sea of silver tides
Where every wave cries tears of blue pearls
Anita Bacha
Take me with you,
To a land where jasmines
Bloom in the night,
Where moths freely die in the light,
As I bloom and I die in your favors
Take me with you,
Keep me close to you,
As the vespertine fragrance
Invigorates the breath of lovers,
And I write with the ink of your eyes,
These petals of poetry,
Chaste as scented jasmines in the night.
Anita Bacha
Dear friends and readers, this poem is a revised and edited version of my original poem White Flowers in the Night. I was inspired by the prompt word vespertine to rewrite the original poem.
Vespertine is a poetic term for being active in the evening, or a flower that blooms in the evening. So, I’d guess the jasmine flowers that bloom in the night and are renowned for their rich,sweet,floral and musky aroma would be the perfect theme of my poem .
It’s also interesting to note that in India, the glam jasmine is known as Raat ke Rani (the Queen of the Night) .
Anita Bacha
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Autumn is the best time of the year for poets to jot down love poems inspired by the beauty and caprice of Nature
L’automne survient comme une sorcière dans mon jardin
Le ciel couvre d’un épais manteau gris le soleil du matin
Coups de balai, feuilles et fleurs s’envolent en tourbillon
Les jaillisses froides de la pluie gèlent l’air profond
Les oiseaux s’enfuient vers des cieux là-haut
Les truites se cachent sous les pierres de ruisseaux
Je regarde plein d’espérance, mon amour, la lueur de l’horizon
Qu’importe la pluie, le froid, la mélancolie de l’arrière-saison
Qu’importe l’absence, les longs jours d’attente, les nuits sans étoiles
Qu’importe les larmes, la souffrance et le mal
J’attends, amante insensée que je suis, ton retour au printemps
J’attends les baisers promis, les ébats délirants dans les champs
Je rêve du parfum exaltant de la rose sur ta peau hâlée
Les coquelicots écrasant sur ta bouche la couleur de mes désirs dérobés
Anita Bacha
Ma poésie est publiée sur les réseaux sociaux depuis 2016
A bend in the road
To admire Florence’s landscape
I slow down my car
Thanks for your visit, dear friends
Anita Bacha.
You will never find another love like mine,
The flitting butterfly has an eye for the frail beauty of flowers,
Hovering snootily contemplating his kill;
The flowers are not insensate to the beauty of the ladylove,
Enriched in voluptuous colors,
Perfumed with the choicest fragrances,
They flaunt their bewitching loveliness,
In the offing, to drug him in a deep drowsiness;
Confused in the variety of choices,
The beau flutters his wings,
Heaves a sigh!
I love you all, my ravishing dames! he cries;
Swelling buds ready to break their lavish folds,
Waning roses ready to die,
Dancing, flirting frivolously,
Under the blueness of the summer sky
You will never find another love like mine
Anita Bacha
For more, my dear friends and readers, kindly check out
https://www.amazon.com/Soul-Poetry-Inspirational-Verses-Quotes/dp/1482852322
This morning I look
At my face in the mirror
I see the wrinkles
Like clarity of pure water
The beauty of growing old
Anita Bacha
Noisy fish market
Sellers shouting aloud
Hurried to sell fast
The fresh catch of the day
Buyers bargain best price
Anita Bacha
Dear friends and poets, above is my participation to the Thursday Tanka of
https://www.tankasocietyofamerica.org/
The prompt is market.
Enjoy 😊
blowing in the wind
a flow of written words –
like tropical leaves
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 