Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D. is a 2024 Touchstone Award nominated Poet.  Her work in the micro poetry field has been quickly noticed and receiving special commentaries.  The featured Reader in poetry events, her poems have been published in national and international poetry journals, anthologies and featured on websites & podcasts.  Recipient of the Honorable Mention in Mt. Fuji Taisho Tanka Contest, 2024, her Haiku book will make its debut in 2025 and her Tanka book will follow.

She writes about all facets of love and beauty, even when hidden in the ugly and painful parts of life, about the richness, depth and breadth of that kaleidoscopic flow that gives meaning to our life, that moves the stars, the universe, that cradles a human and non-human heart.  That’s what inspires and awakens her being, lets her fly in the dark of the cosmos, sit inside a slice of the moon, as if it were a balcony climbed up by a woman’s song.  And that song may be a haiku that wakes her up at dawn while still dreaming, and wants to be written down.  Often, she even writes inside her dreams only to discover that what was written was never actually recorded!

Rita lives in a forest overlooking the Mississippi which inspires her writing, photography & Haiga (Japanese art form that combines short form poetry with images), oneness with Nature and living The Way…of Love.  

For now, here some of Rita Melissano’s HAIKU:

HER POETRY

before

my father’s smile

his last breath

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miles from the shore

she still wears

the ocean

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a drifting cloud

unveils a winking star

I see my wish!

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scent of jasmine

by the glittering sea

lunar silence

luccichio di mare

profumo di gelsomino

nel silenzio lunare

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locked

in our music box

la vie en rose

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A Taste of Rita’s TANKA

ancient symbols

imprinted in the soul

with sumi ink

the strokes of a brush

that remembers The Way...

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rain over snow

morphs the cold winter

landscape

old footprints evanish

icicles melt into mirrors

~~

a life disappears

behind a white mask

with red lips

be who you must...

the code of a geisha

Gusts #39

sitting

on a slice of moon

she smiles

without feeling the sharp

edge of the dark side

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this solitude…

a cloud cloaking my days

with ease

the silence no word

wants to escape

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writing

on the mind’s walls

all is lost

the red ink of a heart lasts

forever like a swan feather

COLD MOON Journal, 2024

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her heart glowing

she doesn’t need a lamp

that golden door

is a beacon of light…

the way of the stars

GUSTS #38