A longtime non-fiction writer, only in recent years has Rita developed a passion for poetry to the point that even her prose tends to be…poetic.

She likes to write about all facets of love and beauty, even when hidden in the ugly parts of life, about the richness, depth and breadth of that kaleidoscopic flow 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 often 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!”

She is a haiku poet.  Her work has appeared in Haiku Journals such as Haiku Dialogue, The Scarlet Dragonfly, Poetry Pea, Mariposa, haikuNetra, Presence, ColdMoon, Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, and in SDPA and SCHSG Anthologies such as “Red Paper Parasols” and The Taste of Sunlight”.  Her Tanka too have been published in Journals like Ribbons (USA), Gusts (Canada) and Presence (UK) as well as in the Tanka Society of America Anthology.

A world traveler, Rita lives in the USA in a forest overlooking the Mississippi River.  This is a perfect setting also for her photography and creating haiga, the Japanese form of poetry combined with visual art.  The ancient trees, native plants, gardens and wild life are a constant inspiration for her writing.  Oneness with Nature and Beauty is present in the unfolding of the seasons and ultimately, the wonders of interbeing and living The Way…of Love.   

Her first Haiku Book will make its debut soon…stay posted!

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

~~

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

~~

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

Cloud Moon Journal - April 20, 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