oats porridge ?
between mouthfuls
the usual silence
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Jayashree Maniyil
Born in India and currently living in Melbourne, Australia, Jayashree Maniyil discovered haiku just two years ago. She has been experimenting since the time of her introduction, spending time reading about haiku on the net whenever possible. Her actual learning began when she came across NaHaiWriMo on Facebook (started by Michael Dylan Welch). She has never before been more thankful for those little moments of experiences from life. Every moment spent writing haiku or learning about it feels good.
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amazing ! of an everyday matter and yet so unusual !
Thank you Nandini!!!
You are so right in interpreting. Because, every time I read my own, there is something new to my understanding and what surprises me is that none of those thoughts went in when I first wrote the ku :-)
:-) Thank you Kala! Yes, first appearance and many thanks to Tinywords. I knew it would appear sometime, but didn't expect to see my name in my inbox! That was one sweet surprise. I am still relishing the silence between the mouthfuls!!
Well, I don't know what your personal cuisine is, but my sister's family run the best Pakistan-Indian food restaurant in Western Australia. :-) I also used to run an Italian-French cuisine restaurant so my tastes are fairly wide and inclusive. :-)
Every day on Tinywords it seems we are privileged to make friends with a new poet in our journey. Today we get to share breakfast with Jayashree, and her observation which is as simple as oat porridge, but as moving as silence.
"Between", I think, is the key word in this poem. It focuses us on the unseen and unnamed individuals at the table, and makes us ponder their relations. For me, somehow there is something comfortable about that "silence" – something of a deep abiding contentment. With those we love, often we have no need to perform, to make noise. They know us and we know them, and breakfast can be like a daily religious ritual, simple and peaceful, each worshipper lost in their own meditations.
I very much enjoyed this tranquil start to my day, Jayashree, and look forward to more of your poetry on this page!
Happy to have your company over a bowl of oats! I do love your interpretation and that is exactly how it started – no need to perform, as we know! It is my favourite meal of the day where I am lost just for those few moments in the flavours and sensations that tickle me. You can tell how much I love my oats! :-)
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Peter Strider!
The 'usual' silence can be read as one that recurs every day and with which one is quite happy, but it can also be the usual silence after an argument. I like how it is open.
amazing ! of an everyday matter and yet so unusual !
So true isn't it!
I am glad that the verse works for all.
Thank you Arvinder!
Lovely!! The 'usual' making it open to so many interpretations!
Thank you Nandini!!!
You are so right in interpreting. Because, every time I read my own, there is something new to my understanding and what surprises me is that none of those thoughts went in when I first wrote the ku :-)
Hope this reminds you of the 'rasam and rice' ku.
Absolutely lovely, Jayashree.
And congratulations!
Is this your first appearance in tinywords?
What a grand beginning :)
:-) Thank you Kala! Yes, first appearance and many thanks to Tinywords. I knew it would appear sometime, but didn't expect to see my name in my inbox! That was one sweet surprise. I am still relishing the silence between the mouthfuls!!
I mean, I didn't expect to see it just today :-).
Lovely poem and congratulations.
Thank you Anitha !!
I love porridge, plain and just with hot water! :-)
But I also love complex foods:
Plato's big picture
the meaningful differences
of infused foods
Alan Summers
Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)
Gosh, forget how silences can be deadly between mouthfuls, I hope there wasn't too much salt in your porridge.
Good to see more food-related haiku here. :-)
warm regards,
Alan
:-) Alan, I now know what I can confidently serve you, should you happen to visit!
I am a bit non-adventurous with my food as my stomach is equally as sensitive as me.
Let me not give anyone an insight into my kitchen mishaps – haha!
Many thanks for your comment!
Well, I don't know what your personal cuisine is, but my sister's family run the best Pakistan-Indian food restaurant in Western Australia. :-) I also used to run an Italian-French cuisine restaurant so my tastes are fairly wide and inclusive. :-)
kind regards,
Alan
I will keep that in mind for our visit next to – in Perth??
Thanks Alan!
Just north of Perth, but if you ever find yourself in those parts, visiting around the Darlings is pretty amazing. :-)
Alan
Lovely, Jayashree! I am familiar with this silence. Congrats!
Hey Sanjuktaa!
Thank you for the wishes! And of course :-)
Thanksgiving
the sound of his chewing
during Grace
Thank you for your reply-ku, Brandon!
I am so capable of doing just that :-)
Absolutely lovely. Congratulations, Jayashree.
Thank you Madhuri for stopping by and appreciating.
Have a nice day!
breakfast tiff
bubbles in the porridge pot
popping
Jan Dobb
(Prune Juice, No. 10. July 2013)
:-) and I end up burning my tongue too!!
Thank you, Jan!
Every day on Tinywords it seems we are privileged to make friends with a new poet in our journey. Today we get to share breakfast with Jayashree, and her observation which is as simple as oat porridge, but as moving as silence.
"Between", I think, is the key word in this poem. It focuses us on the unseen and unnamed individuals at the table, and makes us ponder their relations. For me, somehow there is something comfortable about that "silence" – something of a deep abiding contentment. With those we love, often we have no need to perform, to make noise. They know us and we know them, and breakfast can be like a daily religious ritual, simple and peaceful, each worshipper lost in their own meditations.
I very much enjoyed this tranquil start to my day, Jayashree, and look forward to more of your poetry on this page!
Strider
Happy to have your company over a bowl of oats! I do love your interpretation and that is exactly how it started – no need to perform, as we know! It is my favourite meal of the day where I am lost just for those few moments in the flavours and sensations that tickle me. You can tell how much I love my oats! :-)
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Peter Strider!
Congratulations, Jayashree! Really nice haiku.
Thank you!
A beautiful moment well captured. Congratulations!
Sorry! I did not notice this comment until now.
Thanks for appreciating!
The 'usual' silence can be read as one that recurs every day and with which one is quite happy, but it can also be the usual silence after an argument. I like how it is open.
marion
When two souls have travelled many lives,needs no appraisal.Silence signifies their comunion.Its a sort of experience to be felt.
That’s a slick answer to a chinlengalg question