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

Olive Trees – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Tailspin autumn wind,
Dry leaves crush under my boots,
Spring is far away,
Olive trees in full blossom,
Pedicured feet in flip flops.

Artwork Olive Trees – Season Autumn Spring -André Claude Monet, 1884.

Dear friends and readers,
This is my first tanka poem. I hope that you enjoy it.
What is a tanka poem? One may ask.Is it similar to the haiku poem ?
A tanka or short poem originates in Japan just like the haiku poem.It is a free verse, 31 syllables poem written in five lines. The basic structure of the tanka is 5-7-5-7-7, whereas the haiku consists of three lines and 17 syllables in a 5-7-5 format.
Furthermore, the third line shifts from the imagery in the beginning lines to a reflective metaphor in the closing lines


Many more tanka poems to come for your eyes only.
Thank you for reading.

Anita Bacha.

Poetry – Hues of Midday Sun – An Emojiku Poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James.

© 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.

Poetry – Between the Leaves – An Emojiku Poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James

🍃 Between the leaves🥀 Red rose petals🌞 From me to you🍃 Summer verdant drifts🥀 Love’s floral fragrance embraced🌞 Morning’s sails unfurled What …

Poetry – Between the Leaves – An Emojiku Poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James

SPRING HAIKU

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

Spring field flowers

Sakura blossoms

Transient soft pinkish petals

Swirling in the breeze

Sakura

Hope you have enjoyed my Spring collection

Thank you for reading

Anita Bacha.

Spring Blossoms

The whiff of jasmines

A silk night dress on my bed –

Wedding memories

Night Jasmines

A bitter cold wind

Swept all the blossoms away –

Spring unfurls new buds

Spring new buds

We love each other

Every season of the year –

In spring our hearts bloom

Spring

It seems kind of strange

That the flowers of today

Will die tomorrow

Spring flowers

Potten or garden

Geraniums demand sunshine-

The beauties of spring

Geraniums

A blue sakura

Blossom in a pink bouquet-

Glistens in the night

Sakura blossom

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

Roses for all seasons

Pretty yellow rose,

Sunbathing in the courtyard,

Intruder fly bites!

Yellow rose London summer

Exquisite pink rose,

Flaunts her fresh,youthful beauty,

In the spring of life.

Garden rose London Spring

In the morning rain,

Bruised dust-pink rose shivers,

On a bed of thorns.

Late summer rose Stratford London

Frail rose bud petals,

Burn in blaze of dry season ,

Thirsting for rain drops.

Rose bud in dry season,Rajasthan

Lush garden roses,

Half-blossom bends to her weight ,

Till the last fold falls!

Summer scarlet rose.Mauritius

Waiting for Spring

The fall forays my garden as a sorceress,

The sky covering the morning sun with thick dimness;

Broom sweeps, leaves and flowers fly off in a maelstrom,

Cold downpours freeze the subterranean thunderstorm;

Birds flee up in the skies with a scream;

Trout hide under the stones of the stream;

I look full of hope, my love, at the radiance in the horizon;

No matter the rain, the cold, the melancholy of the autumn season,

Whatever the absence, the long days of waiting, the starless nights,

Whatever the tears, the suffering and the frights,

I wait, mad lover that I am, for your return in spring;

Pining for the promised kisses, the delirious frolics in the field,

I dream of the elating scent of the rose on your tanned skin,

Of poppies, crushing on your mouth my stolen longing.

Anita Bacha

Spring

The Butterfly 🦋

THE BUTTERFLY
I sit by my window,
I behold a magic butterfly!
A rainbow butterfly!
Gorgeous hues of red, blue, indigo,
Orange, green, heavenly mauve,
Immaculate yellow,
Fluttering loftily,
Flying stealthily,
Flirting with sweet flowers so lovely!
A discreet kiss on the lips of the white pansy,
A soft caress on the dahlia’s cheek,
A gentle stroke on the red nose of the poppy!
Hibiscus, violets,
Budding marigolds,
Chuckle and open their folds,
Engrossed by the magic butterfly!
A fragrant red rose,
Spreads her velvety petals,
Lingers and whimpers!
In the wilderness, disappears the magic butterfly!

Anita Bacha

SPRING IS HERE


With a magic splash of fresh paints,
Trees and plants
Grim and dark,
With a spark
Into emerald green, are changed,
Donned is the sky in glistening blue,
Splendid and meek, the golden sun
Flirts jauntily,
Budding flowers kissing delicately
Coaxing beauty in the fun;
As spring plays with colors,
With the melodious songs of birds,
With the waltz of cheery butterflies,
With the noble heart of man,
New hopes, like fresh petals unbolt,
Blossoming gaily in the garden of life.

Anita Bacha

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