Vikki, Extraordinaire

So, I know that you know that I think my sister Vikki is an incredible and inspiring person (who's stuck in a dead end job, and that pun is really not intended).

She's been a painter, a sculptress, a full-time mommy and student forever, and she's currently doing this last part while working full time and/or part time for a bunch of ungrateful and immoral bosses who will remain nameless mostly because I don't know their names. But, I wish I could tell them that Karma is bad, bad, bad, and get them to treat her right.

Anyway, she is currently taking classes so that she can become a full-time funeral director in her home state. She is taking a creative writing class, and she's found that she is just as creative and artistic as a writer as she was as a painter. I made her send me a poem so that I could publish it here for your reading pleasure. I know most of my audience knows and loves Vikki as much as I do, so please enjoy:

I will spin my web
Here, the ideal place
To catch those with wings
In my organic lace

I start from this branch
And free fall through space
To the ground and up again
To make a sturdy base

Around in circles
I make certain to take care
To be mathematically divine
Ensuring insects will be snared

Now that it is done
I only sit and wait
For unsuspecting passersbys
To meet their ghastly fates

I sense vibration
And I move with speed
I will poison and cocoon him
And wait 'til later to feed

Copyright by Vikki (is that legal and binding? I think it is)
(She has written another poem that I plan on posting in the next few days.)

Haiku (Everyone's doing it)

Monday Morning

The big boy is sad
To school for French, Math, and Grace
Trashless lunch to eat

Little sick brother
his cold, asthma in his lungs
Joy like crisp blue sky

Preschool TV on
Urge to play with mom stifled
like green leaves in Fall

Mom sneezing coughing
the germs are winning right now
sleeping weather day