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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Valerie Roney 
Plums in my backpack
Don’t last long under pressure
Lunch is now a mess
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Life is now a mess
Don’t last long under pressure
time to meditate
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time to meditate
settling down on my mat
my breath crests like waves
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my breath crests like waves
gentle inhalation with
soft inner rhythm
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not able to last
under pressure, steam building
gentle release,mmmm
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Scent infuses space
Luscious juice trails down my chin
Dreams of summer warmth
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Dreams of summer warmth
How quickly the days go by
Leaving cold to stay
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Same poem different smell.
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A hand of mint leaves
Brought home from friendly gardens
Scent infuses steam
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Mint – Subtly slipped
He kisses my neck, I turn
To greet tic tac tongue
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backpack contraband
“Thees ihs for you Zjeyanti”
tropic tic tac prize
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tic tac tongue clicks,clucks
with shaking wagging finger
a mother’s disappointment
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Smooth vanilla slip
Fridge full of unbought groceries
Criss crossed kitchen love
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smooth vanilla slip
slides along my velvet tongue
sweet kitchen kisses
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Steam rises in me
hot hiking feet on cool earth
happy now i am
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Happy now I am
Like little green Star Wars man
Backwards talk we do
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Backwards talk we do
Circles round and round we too
Why so hard be true?
(I get bonus points for rhyming – and a hearty stink eye from haiku purists!)
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Steam rises, blows through
Kettle whistle. I pour, press
Coffee’s siren song
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A flat of peaches
Brought home from warmer valleys
Scent infuses space
Millions of peaches
sweet, juicey, fuzz adjusted
Nectarine is here
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Okay, SOMEONE has to go somewhere with
“fuzz adjusted”…
that’s just too ripe (oops, pun!)
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few months pass, new face
fuzz adjusted,more chin hairs
whiskery kisses
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heavenly peaches
throat flooded by ambrosia
fuzzy miracle
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heavenly peaches
used to be my breasts
now they are fuzzy
not so much a miracle
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used to be my breasts
now baby food source of love
nuzzle,nuzzle gulp
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