Sleepless freezing night
Feeling under the weather
Warm chamomile tea
Anita Bacha
Good night my dear friends !
Freezing night- A Haiku by Anita Bacha
Tag: micro poetry
Thanksgiving – A Haiku Poem by Anita Bacha
Grateful are farmers
The harvest is plentiful
Frost swirls in the wind
Thank you for your visit,my dear friends,
Anita Bacha
Spotlight Poetry – Haiku – In the Silence of the Night – A poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James
© Koitsu Tsuchiya, Manazuru Port, c. 1912-1926 (Taisho Period) Silvery moonlightIn the silence of the nightTwo lovers weave dreams Harbour verdant …
Spotlight Poetry – Haiku – In the Silence of the Night – A poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James
Scarlet Dragonfly Journal- April Haiku
Aging is not stopping me from writing. My poetry journey continues as new wrinkles unfold on my face, my neck and my hands.
Along my journey I have come across the adorable editor of Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Kathleen Trocmet,on the internet. Inspired by her commendable work I started to submit my haiku poems to Scarlet Dragonfly Journal.
I thank her for selecting my haiku for the month of April 2022 issue.
Mom’s indoor garden
Musky fragrance fills the air
Winter narcissus
Anita Bacha
My Rose Garden
what’s in a name
that which we call a rose
by any other name
would smell as sweet
What’s in a name
That which we call a rose
By any other name
Would smell as sweet
What’s in a name
That which we call a prose
By any other name
Would reach you my rose
Today’s close bud
Tomorrow’s full bloom
Delicate rose
In the green prairie
Tune of solo flutist
Awakens the rose
Against all the odds
She opens her sleek petals
Bruised but still alive
After heavy rains
Petals of cute rose unfolds
Pride of my garden
In the cold winter
A rose frozen under ice
Waits for spring to break
Hi friends and readers
I wish the gorgeous roses that are smiling at you were literally from my garden
They are the beauties floating on the Internet that inspire my pen to water my blank parchment with the ink of my eyes.
I hope you read and enjoyed my first collection of haiku poems
If you haven’t yet please visit the link below
Thank you
Anita Bacha
PINK MOON
A Pink Moon rises
Plum tree blossoms like ink marks
In a poetry book
Hi friends, writers, and readers,
I am glad to share with you the publication of my new book, PINK MOON, an anthology of haiku poems. I have made a random choice of 365 out of 700 three lines poems written over a space of two years, thinking fondly that you may wish to read one poem a day during the year.
What prompted me to write the book?
Haiku is traditionally a Japanese poem consisting of three short lines that do not rhyme.
The erudite consider haiku to be more than a style of poetry. It is a way of observing the physical world and seeing something beyond, more profound, close to the very nature of existence, and to an essential vision of life.
Traditional Japanese poetry consists of three lines that contain a kireji, or cutting word, 17 syllables on a 5,7,5 pattern, and a kigo, or seasonal reference.
Similar poems that do not adhere to these rules are generally classified as senryu.
Senryu is about the human heart and spirit, expressions of life, and love. It is similar to haiku except that haiku is mainly about nature.
I became enamored with haiku poetry in 2018. In that year, I was at the London Book Fair to exhibit my debut poetry book ‘Soul Poetry’. I surprisingly came across a work by the Japanese poet Matsuo Basho. I fell in love with his haiku poems at first glance. I saw magic, sound, and music in his words –
Early morning walk,
Tree leaves bristling,
A lovely sunrise
Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan.
During his lifetime, Basho was recognized for his work in the collaborative hakai no renga form; today, after centuries of commentary, he is recognized as the greatest master of haiku.
It took me a long time to learn the art of writing haiku. It demands faith, meditation, focus, creativity, love of nature, and mastery of words. All these, coupled with awe at the beauty of existence, I have jotted down these writing prompts in the traditional form of haiku, observing as closely as I can the syllable count, three lines, and a seasonal reference.
I hope my readers appreciate my haiku poems. A globetrotter, I write them as I soar on my quill in the open sky.
Hiroshima
My Hiroshima
White doves fly in the blue sky
Orleanders are blooming
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 