by Nicholas A. Virgilio
What is a haiku? the gentleman asks;
A fragment of frilly verse composed
By an old lady through with her knitting tasks:
A nibble dribble of prose, he supposed.
Of course, he’s a prominent poet:
A master of western poetical forms,
Egotistically eager to show it,
That he could invent beyond the norms.
He seventeen-syllabled a ream
In vain, to compose a single verse;
Abstractions flowed in a stream,
Drowning the truth: simple and terse
Disgusted, exhausted he was through . . .
Trying to embody what can only be pointed to.
From Modern Haiku 1:3, 1970. Used with permission of the Nick Virgilio Haiku Association.