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
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 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
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.
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.
The call of the sea
Holds me spellbound as I surf
Up and down the waves
Sunrise golden blades
Slicing coconut tree leaves
Green peacock feathers
The call of the sea
Holds me spellbound as I surf
Up and down the waves
Ethereal sunset
Evening wraps our desires
Nothing is amiss
From light to darkness
Stark and bereft of colors
Joyful tomorrow
Rising sun at dawn
Awakening of the soul
A moment in time
Thank you for viewing and reading, my dear friends and readers.
Mauritius is a beautiful inland in the Indian Ocean. From morning to night, it brims with exquisite colors. Mark Twain said it all ‘Mauritius was made first and then heaven ; heaven was copied after Mauritius’.
Anita Bacha
© Tatiana Iliina, Aurtora Australis, 2021 Today’s foliageHeralding morn auroraFragrant summer days Heaven’s wings outstretchedDawn’s gold fanfare …
Spotlight Poetry – Haiku – Fragrant Summer Days – A poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James
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