Haiku: Pants

Haiku: Pants
To my ears you’ve said
You fancy the pants off me
With lust in your eyes

REVIEW: Haiku: Pants

 Oh I do love reading a haiku.

A Japanese poetry style composed of only three lines. That surely is a challenge for one to take on board and do, especially if a writer is used to working with loads more words to get a story or a message across. The poet who has composed this poem has not copied the exact style of a haiku by capturing a fleeting moment in nature and teaming it up a reference to the season with a solid word that demonstrates a strong conclusion to the piece.

The poet is however using the ‘haiku’ three-line composition of a five, seven, five syllable pattern.

The last thing I see is anything like that at all in this poem with its title ‘Pants’

Instinctively I laugh as the first thing I think of when I read that word is when something, anything is described as being of poor quality. Also, I think of it as underwear. So, which is it to be I wonder?

Well dear reader, I couldn’t be further from the truth as I read on. The poem is addressing a person who has made it aware that they find the poet very appealing. They have spoken and used the term ‘pants’ to say just how intensely they find the poet attractive and have said they “fancy the pants off’ them. Whoa I say to that! It sure is a strong thought to have and equally a striking statement to make. Lust is what the poet sees in their eyes and that is how the poem is concluded.

As the nature of a haiku poetry style is short and succinct, the reader journeys across this poem with a sense of curiosity, immediacy and finally a surprise.

As a reader I am left wanting to know more. It’s all very well that the poet has thought, felt and observed all of this and has expressed it in a haiku poem but how do they feel and what are they to do? So many questions have popped up for me to ask. Are they already friends, acquaintances or would they actually become friends?

Is the lust or admiration reciprocated? Will the poet walk away or will a connection of some sort be formed? Is love the next step?  If so, what sort of love and why? Another haiku is needed I think here dear poet. Please do tell.

Or is that the whole point of this haiku poem? Does the reader’s imagination and life experiences hold the answer to the outcome of this story. Well, might I say that is very generous of you dear poet and thank you in advance.

It all depends on the ages and the stages of life that the people find themselves in and the context.

Here goes

If it was directed towards me, I would find it surprising, I’d be very  annoyed if said clearly in the company of others especially if was a working environment disguised as harmless ‘banter’ Oh what a faux pas, I would think and what a shame. I’d be very direct, take the person to one side, be respectful and I would say that I’m flattered but going forward in my career, I do love to talk and listen to people, yes, it’s part of my work. but I do not wish to engage with this kind of ‘conversation’ when there is work to do and I’m not a ‘prop’ to enhance the ‘settling in’ of your new job role and working environment. I would not be rude in saying this. And to be fair, I would not say out loud, (the last bit} but I would think it, however. Naïve they are but they have marked their cards.

If it was said to me outside of the workplace I would question, why?

Especially if I was not seeking romantic attention. Had I been giving off ‘fancy the pants off me” signals?” Surely, it’s subjective? What one person finds attractive, another would not. It’s as simple as that right? If a friendship had already formed, I wouldn’t want to lose it. Friendships are precious. We would need to talk it through. “Love and understanding” is how the “Cher” song goes. It’s much needed for all. I firmly believe that good communication is the key to making things better, clearer and ultimately happier.  I for one, would ‘love’ to read another haiku poem relating to the couple in question but I have ‘understanding’ if the poet is not wanting to. A great little poem to make me think broadly, delve into the vaults of my memory bank and come up with answers.

Poetry sure is powerful.