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.
July 30th, 2013 at 8:26 am
amazing ! of an everyday matter and yet so unusual !
July 30th, 2013 at 2:50 pm
So true isn't it!
I am glad that the verse works for all.
Thank you Arvinder!
July 30th, 2013 at 8:53 am
Lovely!! The 'usual' making it open to so many interpretations!
July 30th, 2013 at 2:39 pm
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.
July 30th, 2013 at 8:56 am
Absolutely lovely, Jayashree.
And congratulations!
Is this your first appearance in tinywords?
What a grand beginning :)
July 30th, 2013 at 2:36 pm
:-) 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!!
July 30th, 2013 at 2:37 pm
I mean, I didn't expect to see it just today :-).
July 30th, 2013 at 9:04 am
Lovely poem and congratulations.
July 30th, 2013 at 2:47 pm
Thank you Anitha !!
July 30th, 2013 at 9:14 am
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
July 30th, 2013 at 2:47 pm
:-) 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!
July 30th, 2013 at 3:48 pm
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
July 30th, 2013 at 6:48 pm
I will keep that in mind for our visit next to – in Perth??
Thanks Alan!
July 31st, 2013 at 12:06 am
Just north of Perth, but if you ever find yourself in those parts, visiting around the Darlings is pretty amazing. :-)
Alan
July 30th, 2013 at 9:49 am
Lovely, Jayashree! I am familiar with this silence. Congrats!
July 30th, 2013 at 2:42 pm
Hey Sanjuktaa!
Thank you for the wishes! And of course :-)
July 30th, 2013 at 10:13 am
Thanksgiving
the sound of his chewing
during Grace
July 30th, 2013 at 2:40 pm
Thank you for your reply-ku, Brandon!
I am so capable of doing just that :-)
July 30th, 2013 at 2:57 pm
Absolutely lovely. Congratulations, Jayashree.
July 30th, 2013 at 3:23 pm
Thank you Madhuri for stopping by and appreciating.
Have a nice day!
July 30th, 2013 at 4:16 pm
breakfast tiff
bubbles in the porridge pot
popping
Jan Dobb
(Prune Juice, No. 10. July 2013)
July 30th, 2013 at 6:45 pm
:-) and I end up burning my tongue too!!
Thank you, Jan!
July 30th, 2013 at 5:08 pm
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
July 30th, 2013 at 6:58 pm
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!
July 30th, 2013 at 7:59 pm
Congratulations, Jayashree! Really nice haiku.
July 30th, 2013 at 9:29 pm
Thank you!
July 31st, 2013 at 1:29 am
A beautiful moment well captured. Congratulations!
August 1st, 2013 at 2:40 am
Sorry! I did not notice this comment until now.
Thanks for appreciating!
August 5th, 2013 at 10:12 am
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
December 4th, 2014 at 3:53 am
When two souls have travelled many lives,needs no appraisal.Silence signifies their comunion.Its a sort of experience to be felt.
November 11th, 2016 at 7:20 pm
That’s a slick answer to a chinlengalg question