© 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
On the wings of dawn
Pretty sunflowers unfold
Summer morn kudos
Intertwined fingers
Summer floral parasol
Ethereal moments
In the summer heat
Butterfly sits on best loved
Garden cone flower
Tropical sunshine
Flit butterfly can’t resist
Kissing orange bloom
In the summer heat
Blue wisteria blazing
Over garden wall
Opalescent beads
Last night showers on her folds
Yellow hibiscus
Many more flowers and haikus to come, my dear friends and readers. Enjoy these for the moment, brought to you with love.
Anita Bacha
© Pamela Gatens, Summer Sun Spots, 2019 ☀️ Hues of midday sun🔥 Flaming burnt orange roses💙 Cerulean sky☀️ Wonder golden crowned🔥 Silence furnaced …
Poetry – Hues of Midday Sun – An Emojiku Poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James.
Spring is the season we most look forward to in London specially after a rigid and cold winter.The budding of flowers is soothing.The air is full of promises as smiles flower on lifeless faces.Spring is my favorite season of the year, and yours too.
Spring here coincides with Sakura, the blooming of the cherry trees, in Japan. The transient yet lovely blossoms that appeal to the heart of every poet have greatly inspired me too . Enjoy!
I am sharing my haiku ‘The plum tree blossoms’ selected as haiku of the week by Japan Society London on 19/04/22 and two other included in their esteem website
https://www.japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner
The first three haiku below –
The plum tree blossoms
In the neighbor’s unkempt garden
Spring embraces all
In the clear moonlight
Voluptuous pink bloom
Midst of marshmallows
Back from school
Afternoon milk tea
Jar of cookies
My granddaughter
Reaching for a rose
In the garden
My little girl’s
First spring marigold
Pulling wishes
Pretty white flowers
Orange tree blossoms
Scent of marmalade
Late tangerine sky
Between white apple blossoms
Eternal beauty
Cut fragrant lilacs
We borrow our neighbor’s vase
Sweet spring country home
Spring shimmering colors
Blend of orange and lemon
Cologne scent evening
Gorgeous spring flowers
Fragrant colorful homely
Last say of April
Sakura blossoms
Transient soft pinkish petals
Swirling in the breeze
Hope you have enjoyed my Spring collection
Thank you for reading
Anita Bacha.
The whiff of jasmines
A silk night dress on my bed –
Wedding memories
A bitter cold wind
Swept all the blossoms away –
Spring unfurls new buds
We love each other
Every season of the year –
In spring our hearts bloom
It seems kind of strange
That the flowers of today
Will die tomorrow
Potten or garden
Geraniums demand sunshine-
The beauties of spring
A blue sakura
Blossom in a pink bouquet-
Glistens in the night
In traditional Japanese poetry a kigo is a word associated with a season. Nowadays poets mostly outside Japan do not use a kigo as a must when writing haiku poetry. I think that a kigo adds a streak of romanticism in haiku poems for the simple reason that we and our moods are ruled by seasons.
Happy Spring to all!
Stay safe!
Anita Bacha
Mimosas blossom
Feature of the break of Spring
Light rain starts to fall
Camellias in bloom
Sparrows sing a lovely song –
Buddha awakens
Feeble butterfly
Struggles out of its cocoon –
Bloom opens its folds
Monday morning blues
I try to follow the ant –
I land on a rose
Sunflowers stand proud
Under the scorching midday sun –
Petals as soft as pain
Written during second lockdown in Mauritius, these haiku florets and others to come, keep me sane and healthy.
Anita Bacha
My eyes meet your eyes,
As the sun melts in the sea-
It’s love at first sight.
We walk on the beach,
In the cool,morning sun, far
From the madding crowd.
The day is over,
Fisherman brings a good catch,
The boat gets some rest.
A silent man sits,
With a fishing rod at sea,
Sunrise to sunset.
At dawn, the sun kneels,
To embrace the sea,
In meek submission.
It’s very cold,
Fire in the hearth has burnt out,
I dream of summer.
Haiku is a type of short form poetry, originally from Japan. Traditional Japanese haiku consists of three phrases that contain a kireji,or cutting word,17 on in a 5/7/5 pattern and a kigo, a seasonal reference.However, modern haiku vary widely on how closely they follow the traditional elements. I have this crush for haiku and I try my best to be in tune with the ancient haiku poets.
Enjoy and let me have your feedback.
In her garden
Grandma planted a seed
She fenced around the earth
Water it before the sun is high
In her garden,
Grandma planted a seed,
She fenced around the earth,
Water it before the sun is high;
With her tender keep,
The seed grew into a sapling;
In the middle of the field,
Mom moved the sapling,
Fenced around the earth,
Water it before the sun is high;
With her tender keep,
The sapling grew into a tree;
In our field, there is a tree,
Giving us shade when the sun is high,
And, a thirst-quenching fruit with a seed,
That will grow into a sapling,
If like grandma and mom, we heed.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit : Anita Bacha
Sunday lunch in a friendly bistro,
On the outskirts of Brussels;
A hanging smell of blubber,
Roast, mash and stew,
A man in an old over-coat,
Others in woollies and stoles,
Silently bent on their plates,
In their eyes, hope twinkles and smiles,
Shafts of sunlight
Break through closed windows,
Heralds the onset of spring;
Like man,
Nature too is keen on change.
A new coat, cheerful and light,
A scarf painted with colors, beautiful and bright.
Anita Bacha
Photo Credit: Anita Bacha.
I lived in Belgium for some time, more particularly,in Brussels for work and in Linkebeek with family and friends. I love the Belgian people both the French and the Flemish. I adore the food. I have left a piece of my heart in Belgium and I entertain the sincere wish of going back one day when the Spring breaks through.
Image of Snowing in Belgium cc. Anita Bacha.
The flower doesn’t dream of the 🐝
It blossoms and the 🐝 comes
– Rumi
Quote of Rumi
Photo credit: Anita Bacha
These pictures were clicked by me last July at Borehamwood in England.
The A1 shooting group in Borehamwood is a family-run clay target shooting facility offering English Sporting, Olympic Trap and Helice.
Every summer, I visit the shooting ground with my family for the pleasure of holding a shotgun, and to enjoy a walk in the countryside.
I was happily surprised to find bumblebees in a bush on a sidewalk.
I stopped with my IPhone and caught some beautiful pictures of bumblebees romancing with flowers, undisturbed by the deafening sound of shooting. They were peaceful and happy, totally ignorant of the world around them.
The flowers, I observed, were not budding, new blooms or half blooms or full blossoms for that matter but withering flowers, some had lost their petals and others were dying.
Yet, see the magic of Nature, bumblebees were swarming around them, thirsting for their nectar.
Probably Nature wants to teach us a lesson, I thought, about women.
A woman, like a flower, never aged.
Anita Bacha 