Autumn equinox
Summer rose bud of today
Morrow fall petals
Happy Autumn Equinox, dear friends and readers.
Anita Bacha
Autumn Equinox- A Poem by Anita Bacha
Tag: Literature
HAIKU by ANITA BACHA
Many thanks and heartfelt gratitude to Japan Society London for selecting my haiku poem as haiku of the week on 6 September 2022
Congratulations to all the other participants and find out more amazingly gorgeous haiku by clicking on the link below:
https://www.japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner
A few more haiku to welcome the month of September. Hope you enjoy them,my dear friends and readers:
Perpetual eve
Sunflower tints thwart the shore
Sky drapes in saffron
The sea pulls its waves
Molten colors on pebbles
What a lovely dusk
Birds fly far away
Leaving a quill on the shore
A poem starts here
Mind blowing landscape
Arousing expanse fondness
Ink flows from my heart
Haunting prance of waves
A blaze of rites and colors
Nibbana on earth
Thank you for viewing and reading
Anita Bacha
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.
Anita Bacha.
Good morning,my dear friends and readers.
Thank you for viewing and reading.
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 .
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
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