
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
~~
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
~~
this solitude…
a cloud cloaking my days
with ease
the silence no word
wants to escape
~~
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