poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Haiku (Carolyn)
no time to talk now just to reach across the pond and touch fingertips
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.
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