A dear friend has been encouraging me to write haiku as a beneficial discipline. In a treasured e-mail, she described something so graphically that she confessed that she was trying to be "crystal clear". I wished to thank her; and it being the crystalline form par excellence, I thought to do so in haiku - with this result:
15 December 2000
Beautiful wine-glass, Feel my moist finger's caress: Sing till I shatter.
In response she sent me the following poem, and subsequently gave me her kind permission to publish it, with its context, as it appears below. I have respected her desire to sign herself "A Devotee", but connoisseurs of her distinctive style will understand how great an honour I have been paid.
moist finger frisson trembles rim to hum and sough then moan to wail cries out this siren lure song's vibration resonant come radiant wave on wave of tone and timbre tease your mettle trill of ecstasy's fierce quaver coming rapture's aria as quakes my crest your every brink
and
shatters
shatters
shatters You !
A Devotee