Haiku V

I like to think of myself as a bit of a poet, if only occasionally. However, I forget now and then that I am not nearly so unique as I would like to be. From time to time it would be well to climb down from my high horse and realize without outside influence (or kick in the head) that there are many out in the wide world much better than I. This weekend I was most pleasantly reminded that one of my greatest fans, is in fact (and always has been) a much better poet than I. Her style is less awkward, less forced and flows without the blatant contrivance of my own work. She also digs Haiku. I present here three. All have been highly influenced by or have been written outright by her, though perhaps the subject matter may involve me on occasion. She has no difficulty matching my style, though she would likely do better using her gift without my limitations.

Sugar white frosting
Glucose stabs my pancreas
Raspberry layers

Insistant female
Oozing red inflammation
Pushy claws on rash

Struggling spindles
Imprisoned butterfly wings
Beautiful release

That last is a much more pure form and better written than any Haiku I have come up with that I can recall. It captures the moment with perfect clarity and seizes the moment in time with none of the guileless manipulation of my own writing. I freely acknowledge that she is a better writer than I, and I love her the more for it.