Sohbet – haiku tree

We’re going to try something new here. A haiku tree. I’ll start a haiku (the trunk) and you all can take any word/theme from the poem and add your own haiku (add a branch) or take a snippit from someone else’s haiku response to graft a branch on their branch, and well see just what kind of wild and winding tree we can grow here.

Logistics: if you’re branching off of my haiku, you’ll need to post it in the Leave a Reply box at the bottom of the page, if you want to build on somebody else’s branch be sure to click on Reply by their name.

This could be very cool…

Here’s the starting haiku:

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A flat of peaches
Brought home from warmer valleys
Scent infuses space

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Sohbet – We Are All Seekers

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We are all seekers
This motley band
Our trail is full of rocks and roots
Unexpected turns
And long stretches through darkness

I cannot say these journeys lead
To happy endings
But something draws us
From the crowded passage
Of well paved pathways

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Sohbet – Gift

I generally try and post original poems, but this one by Czeslaw Milosz really got to me, and seems to fit in with the themes of acceptance and gratitude that have been rolling around this site the last few weeks. I thought I’d post it and see where the poetic conversation went, maybe even post a poem in reply myself.

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The Gift

A day so happy.
The fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over the honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to posses.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

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Taken from: Risking Everything – 110 Poems of Love and Revelation edited by Roger Housden

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Sohbet – Supper Table

Sitting at the supper table with my brother

Laughing ’til we can’t breathe

Thirty years

Thousands of miles

Some things never change

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Sohbet – Love Poems to Coffee

Ya know,

I’d write a love poem
to my morning coffee…
Except I don’t think
it would have a lot of words

Just some happy hummy noises
and the occasional sigh…

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I found some words, 17 sylables of them:

This coffee, in bed.
Nothing but skin between me
and the sheets. Sublime.

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