© 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.
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
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
Intoxicated with the elixir of love,
My head spins with the fiery beats of the tropical drums,
As my body swirls and whirls with the rhythmic vibes;
The burning sand scorching the sole of my feet,
And I dance and I dance in ecstasy!
Imbued with passion, my heart flies high above,
Like a shooting star in broad day light,
Falls back in the blue lagoon with candid delight
And I dance and I dance in ecstasy!
Shrouded in a mist of mirage,
In the horizon I see your image.
In frantic folly I run to tenderly hold you…
The mystic drums stop me,
The enchanting melody beckons me,
Lifts me up and invigorates me,
Fills my soul with bursting fantasy
And I dance and I dance in ecstasy!
-Anita Bacha-
Excerpt from my poetry book #SoulPoetry (2015)
Your name I’ve painted,
In henna on my palm;
As days and night spent,
Your name is a blessed psalm;
Your name I’ve tattooed,
In ink on my heart too;
Time and tide may pass,
Your name will forever last.
Anita Bacha
SOUL POETRY -Inspirational Poems, Verses and Quotes is a collection of poems, verses and quotes which driven by wild waves of inspiration I wrote over the past five years. I am not a full time writer or poet. I only write when I am inspired and words start to flow from my pen like drops of nectar on a starve parchment.
The main subject of my poetry, my verses and quotes is Love. Here, I must tell my readers to appreciate that there is only One Love whether it is maternal love, physical love, obsessive love, infatuation or spiritual love to name a few. My book also covers different aspects of human relationships, and different themes from flowers to butterflies. Being a woman, when I write about a lover, I am writing about a man. So you will find a few poems very audacious. I have never found it challenging to write love poems about men. They deserve to be admired and their charms must be carved on paper and for eternity, recognizing that the body is mere rust and dust; the soul is eternal. Behind my every poem, there lies a story.
Anita Bacha
Where to find the book?
Take me with you,
To a land where white flowers,
Bloom in the night,
Where moths freely die in the light,
As I bloom and I die in your favors,
Take me with you,
Keep me close to you,
As the scent of white flowers,
Invigorates the breath of lovers,
And I write with the ink of your eyes,
These petals of poetry,
Chaste as white flowers in the night.
Anita Bacha
Sunrise, the highlight
Of this glorious morning,
Sparkles autumn leaves
The rain is falling,
Various ducks swim languidly,
On the swollen pond.
Brittle and fragile,
The tree releases the leaves,
They blow in the wind.
A walk in the park,
Brings back memories of you,
So far yet,so near.
End of October,
A yellow maple leaf falls,
Turns to syrup brown.
Autumn vibes are haikus I’ve written during the past few weeks,and sharing here. I am living on an island actually and here, we have only two seasons,summer and winter.Haiku poetry tickles the imagination and haiku lovers will find in these haiku poems illustrated with pictures, how very far the mind can travel, create and produce.
With love ❤️
Anita Bacha
May this waiting draw to a close, my love!
That very soon we are united at last,
In a mad and passionate hug;
My heart shall beat with your heart,
Away our tears shall flow in abundant joy,
Shall wet our parched lips of the grief,
Of the pain of thirsting desires;
That blessed under a starry night sky,
Your breath shall melt with my breath,
My eyes bathe in the clear pond of your gaze;
Swept into the furrows of time and space,
We forget the world, the universe, the Creator himself,
We forget the intense longing,
We forget the slow suffering,
That shall exist for us only our guiltless love!
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 