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

Celebrating Mother’s Day – Footprints -A Poem by Anita Bacha

Happy Mother’s Day!
Sharing a poem dedicated to my mother who passed at the age of 42 after a long illness of innumerable years.


FOOTPRINTS

She was walking on the beach
A long skirt hiding her knees
Dotted with tiny blue florets
A white linen blouse flattened her bosom
Prude,
She never wore a bathing suit

Immaculate as the sunset
Pretty as a picture
Mysterious as the sea
Smiling to herself
Poetic, in love, sweet,
A dreamer
She fell in love only once
People said
The blessed day was her wedding day

A long trail of foot steps
She left
Printed in the moist sand
In joyous innocence
Behind her I walked
Placing my steps
One by one in her wake
She was the apple of my eye!
She was my mother! She is my inspiration!

Anita Bacha

Published in my book SOUL POETRY (2015) under the title ‘The Apple of My Eye’.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Soul-Poetry-Inspirational-Verses-Quotes-ebook/dp/B0794SD2BH/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?keywords=soul+anita+bacha&qid=1653829246&sr=8-1

Thank you for reading

Anita Bacha

BLUE GRASS – A Poem by Anita Bacha

A well kept secret is this flower
That did not bloom in the blue grass

Today the sky is deep green,
The grass is sapphire blue,
I walk up the heath,
To say a last farewell to you,
A well kept secret is this flower,
That didn’t bloom in the blue grass,
Yet its sweet fragrance will linger,
As far as memories will last.