Early Morning Dew – Haiku Poem by Anita Bacha

Early morning dew 

Condensing on single grass blade 

Garden gleams with grace 


Artwork photography Aaron Burden

A haiku poem inspired by Goff James Poem Autumn’s Fields Down Chilled

https://goffjamesart.wordpress.com/2022/09/09/poetry-haiku-autumns-fields-dawn-chilled-a-poem-by-goff-james/

Thank you for reading, my dear friends.

Happy Sunday.

Anita Bacha

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.

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.

Artwork Adrienne Stein c. Oxford Roses,2021.

Anita Bacha.

Good morning,my dear friends and readers.

Thank you for viewing and reading.

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 .

My photo clicked at Casita, Mauritius.

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

in the summer heat – Scarlet Dragonfly Journal

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

Haiku Poems by 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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