on a frost-white day
cold mittened fingers reach back
towards your warm hand
how special it is
to have this connection - even
if only virtual
to write a haiku
for someone and get one back
Is this not magic?
Magic rainbow bridge:
Electricity and light.
Thoughts and poems cross.
...bearing fondness and
passions otherwise unshared
affections but dreamt
connecting two souls
with the airy gossamer
spun off by like minds
spinner, beware the
kiss of the spiderwoman
(even virtual)
(shivers at the thought
of kisses not from spider
but a femme fatale)
X marks the kiss; signs
make smiles; letters spell laughter.
Just friends on paper.
The above constitutes a Haiku conversation between my (very) British friend Carolyn and I that began with an apology for being too busy to write. The coloured posts are hers, mine are black.