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HAIKU DIALOGUE – Poet’s Choice – Gourmet Gallery – hearing

 

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Welcome Lori Zajkowski – our new Post Manager – she has taken over the formatting & posting of the column each week, which significantly reduces the editorial workload – thank you, Lori! & we are always looking for guest editors – please do consider this!

For this series, each poet may send one haiku on the week’s theme, and it will be included in the blog post. There is no selection process. The haiku appear in the order in which we received them.

Submit an original unpublished poem via our Contact Form by Saturday midnight on the theme of the week, including your name as you would like it to appear, and place of residence. (If you send more than one poem, only the first one will be posted.)

Please note that by submitting, you agree that your work may appear in the column – neither acknowledgment nor acceptance emails will be sent. All communication about the poems that are posted in the column will be added as blog comments.

next week’s theme:  GOURMET GALLERY – food & the sense of touch

The deadline for this theme is midnight Pacific Time, Saturday 26 October 2019.

I look forward to reading your submissions.

Poet’s Choice:  Gourmet Gallery – hearing

Here are the submissions for this week:

the burble
of a percolator
grandma’s kitchen

Terri French

 

chips
the noise
hot oil

vincenzo adamo

 

salad chopper –
woodpecker stops
to listen the sound

Lakshmi Iyer

 

swollen moon
mustard seeds spluttering
in the skillet

Anitha Varma
Kerala, India

 

a crunch
of green apple
first rain

Guliz Mutlu

 

inside the pond
croaking a frog…
lunchtime

Francesco Palladino

 

crackling sound of the pot
friends gather around bubbling cheese fondue

Nuky Kristijono
Indonesia

 

ladle picking up
gurgling gravy masala
boiling bubbles

Radhamani sarma

 

unwrapping
candy in church
memories of grandma

Adam Arn

 

first time father
the oos from the box
of doughnut ohs

simonj
UK

 

morning drizzle
the sound of bacon
sizzling in the frying pan

Olivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland

 

it’s hot soup
the neighbor whistles
in a spoon

Goran Radičević

 

Tea with biscuits
Wrapped in the warmth
i listen Chopin

tè coi biscotti
Avvolto dal tepore
ascolto Chopin

Dennys Cambarau

 

pop pop pop
kernels of corn
metamorphosis

joel

 

sushi bar seated by the sound of flushing

wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, az usa

 

seafood fest
crab claws crackling
under nutcrackers

Christina Chin

 

the crunch
of celery stalks
flossing teeth

Nancy Brady

 

around the campfire
popping corn the
old fashioned way

Barbara Tate

 

hospital comforts –
the clatter of the dinner trolley
along the corridor

Martha Magenta

 

grilled chicken
our lunch was still cackling
in this morning

Serhiy Shpychenko
Kyiv, UA

 

morning sounds
a sink full
of dirty dishes

Maria Concetta Conti

 

wailing children
and the clang of pots
refugee camp

Hifsa Ashraf
Rawalpindi, Pakistan

 

Ramen bar –
cacophonous sound
of slurp

Teiichi Suzuki

 

piff!
that part of my life
is over now

Mark Gilbert
UK

 

alone in the break room
slurping the soup of the day
someone walks in

Sari Grandstaff

 

childhood –
between the stone wheels
the sound of grains

Neelam Dadhwal
India

 

mom’s dumplings
babbling cheerfully
watering my mouth

Saša Slavković
Slovenia

 

half-asleep
vague
whoosh of whisked eggs

Babs McG

 

passive voice
more pepper is ground
absently

C.R. Harper

 

from bottle bubbles
into the goblet
tinkling ice cubes

Vishnu Kapoor

 

hissing and crackling
from a cast iron pan
bacon’s voice beckons

Linda L Ludwig
USA

 

no warning
but the chicken…
cold weather stew

Michele L. Harvey

 

surprise!
the sizzle
of my omelet flambé

Ingrid Baluchi
Ohrid, Macedonia

 

bacon and eggs
sizzling in the frying pan
call us to breakfast

dianne moritz

 

child’s rice bubbles
waiting for snap,
crackle and…

nancy liddle

 

Crackling fried chicken
Hot oil sizzling with the smell
The dog waits for bones

John Grant

 

his belching snort
an opulence
hidden

R.Suresh Babu

 

wedding bells ringing
chocolate fountain singing
sonic seasoning

J. Sherrod Taylor

 

cookspeak…
splash of red wine for the pot
and one for cook

Karen Harvey
Wales

 

ding!
the dog’s ears lift
in expectation

Debbie Scheving

 

nella cucina
scoppiettio di castagne
e il mio silenzio

in the kitchen
crackling of chestnuts
and my silence

Maria Teresa Piras

 

zatišen večer –
vse glasnejša popovka
v teflonski ponvi

a calm evening
pop corn increasingly loud
in a non-stick pan

Ivanka Kostantino
Slovenia

 

sounds from the kitchen
attracts the early birds –
family gathering

Aju Mukhopadhyay

 

breaking the silence
the hiss
from a wine bottle

Agus Maulana Sunjaya

 

Sunday noon
after a great meal
scraping the pot

Slobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia

 

fairytale eggplant
the stuff
of dinnertime stories

Laurie Greer

 

silence
everybody at the table is
too busy eating

Franjo Ordanic

 

leaves
under the feet – the sizzle
of apple fritters

Elisabetta Castagnoli

 

ringing bell
kids circling around
the ice cream man

Anthony Rabang

 

crunch of seafood shells
harmonize with stomach sounds
dinner symphony

Kathleen Mazurowski

 

tempting…
pop of spaghetti sauce
and her smile

Neni Rusliana
Indonesia

 

autumn evening –
crackling chestnuts
between the sounds of laughter

sera autunnale –
castagne scoppiettanti
tra suoni di risate

Angela Giordano
Italy

 

slowly the love:
on the stove gurgling of the ragù

lentamente l’amore:
sulla stufa il gorgoglio del ragù

Giuliana Ravaglia

 

the crisp sound
of chips…
music to my ears

Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

 

season’s end
the clatter of just-picked
crowder peas

Pris Campbell

 

one apple let’s share

Roberta Beach Jacobson
USA

 

the rattle of glass
and birthday cards –
champagne noise

Zdenka Mlinar
Croatia

 

alone
in her company –
what’s worse?

Gamey Jean

 

at the movies
the surround sound
of popcorn

Lori Zajkowski

 

lifting the wok lid
sizzle of fresh
vegetables

Rehn Kovacic

 

backbiting –
the chop chop of her knife
on the cutting board

arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India

 

Autumn rain –
I crunch rice crackers
while reading a book

Tomoko Nakata

 

pop – pop
popcorn

Dubravka Šćukanec
Zagreb, Croatia

 

chopping carrots
on the wood block
his left thumb

Don Miller

 

dingy bar…
the crunch of peanut shells
with every step

Steve Tabb

 

Senses of hearing
In the gallery of life
looking for their self

Refika Dedic
Bosna I Hercegovina

 

A home-cooked meal
Waiting for microwave
To make that “ding”

Margie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA

 

the dull clink
of opener on can
ginger meows

Janice Munro
Canada

 

morning melodies
tinkling of the rain and
sizzle of pancakes

Elisa Allo

 

sweet dreams
the crack of sugar shell
on a creme brulee

Bona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA

 

Asian bistro
accented English
a cacophony

Jackie Chou
Pico Rivera, CA, USA

 

crispy tacos
Corona on tap
college gourmet

Greer Woodward

 

distant sounds –
my mother’s percolator
at 7 a. m.

Mark Meyer

 

Jutarnje svjetlo
Zvuk tišine posoli
kuhano jaje

Morning light
The sound of silence salts
the boiled egg

Zrinko Šimunić

 

vegan pad thai –
the genuine taste
of his apologies

lucia fontana

 

long, thin green stalks
even cut into small bit(e)s –
still crunch

Mark
Albany, NY

 

blooming…
a pink rose inside
the maize field

Manoj Sharma

 

a stray dog howling
in the neighborhood
turkey dinner

cezar ciobîcă

 

brown sugar bubbles
a vendor’s call
sweet nuts

Erin Castaldi

 

rainy evening
mushrooms soaked in butter
start to sizzle

Rich Schilling
Webster Groves, MO

 

kitchen feud
pastry chef
spitting oil

Christina Pecoraro

 

well baked bread
the delicious thump
of a perfect day

Kath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California

 

butter pops
in a hot skillet
egg closes its eye

Paul Geiger
Sebastopol CA

 

Nagoya ramen
we loudly slurp approval
for the grinning chef

susan rogers

 

scones and butter – tea
tummies rumble
we laugh

Lemuel Waite
Georgetown, Kentucky

 

Pavlov’s dog
stuffed in a Russian museum
dinner bell

Charles Harmon
Lost Angeles, California, USA

Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.

Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019).

This Post Has 30 Comments

  1. Another fun and instructional week. I enjoyed each poem, always surprised by the variety. A few comments:
    *
    a stray dog howling
    in the neighborhood
    turkey dinner
    .
    cezar ciobica
    .
    Thoughtful contrast of plenty and want.
    *
    distant sounds-
    my mother’s percolator
    at 7a.m.
    .
    Mark Meyer
    .
    So many memories of those distant yet close sounds from early morning.
    *
    sweet dreams
    the crack of sugar shell
    on a creme brulee
    .
    Bona M. Santos
    .
    Beautiful image and then the sound of that spoon. Yum.
    *
    season’s end
    the clatter of just-picked
    crowder peas
    .
    Pris Campbell
    .
    Loved clatter and crowder together.
    *
    breaking the silence
    the hiss
    from a wine bottle
    .
    Agus Maulana Sunjaya
    .
    The story here intrigued me. A first date, or something more somber?
    *
    tempting…
    pop of spaghetti sauce
    and her smile
    .
    Neni Rusliana
    .
    Anticipation in a few short words.
    *
    unwrapping
    candy in church
    memories of grandma
    .
    Adam Arn
    .
    The distinct sound of that crinkly plastic. Unwrap slow or get it over with quick?!
    *
    a crunch
    of green apple
    first rain
    .
    Guliz Mutlu
    .
    Lovely combination of senses here. One of my sons sliced up a first granny smith of the season last week so a nice sentiment also.
    *
    swollen moon
    mustard seeds sputtering
    in the skillet
    .
    Anitha Varma
    .
    Round images, and all those S sounds sputtering.
    *

  2. I clicked on the Contact Form and filled it out last Wednesday, but somehow my poem is not included above.

    her impatient finger drumming
    like call and response
    the crescendo of popping corn

    Barbara Fay Wiese

    1. Barbara – thanks for including your poem here – your submission was received… although Poet’s Choice is allowing for wide-ranging interpretations of the theme & the genre, I have not been including submissions that are clearly intended for the previous week’s theme, or, as in this case, any poem with more than 17 syllables…
      thanks for your understanding, kj

    1. Thanks Nancy; although, it was more of a wail piercing through the night nearly 40 years ago when my roommate in college chopped off his thumb while tripping on LSD!

  3. Interesting variety of approaches. I particularly loved Rich Schilling’s beautifully done
    .
    rainy evening
    mushrooms soaked in butter
    start to sizzle

    1. Thanks Mark! I’ve been reading Bones, Is/let, Roadrunner, etc and was struggling writing more straight forward haiku so I’m glad you liked it.

  4. sushi bar seated by the sound of flushing
    .
    wendy c. bialek
    .
    Congratulations on fulfilling the brief of sound, and with a successfully comic last word.
    As well as a filling cistern, what does too much wasabi sound like?

  5. I looked forward to reading what people came up with this week and wasn’t disappointed. The variety of sounds we associate with food is delightful: sizzling, spluttering, chopping, crunching, thump, croak, bubble, crackling, gurgling, pop, clatter, clang, slurp, babbling, belching, tinkling, whoosh, hissing, ding, clink, scraping, ringing, rattling, crack, howling, calling, spitting, rumble and more.

    One personal ‘choice’ that I don’t believe has been mentioned yet is:
    .
    dingy bar…
    the crunch of peanut shells
    with every step
    .
    Steve Tabb

  6. thanks everyone for the comments so far… I am en route to the Seabeck Haiku Getaway in Washington, USA, but just want to thank Lori Zajkowski again for stepping up each week now as Post Manager – she is not a guest editor – rather, she will be working with the editor to take each column from a document to a formatted blog post (this reduces the editor’s job by about half!) – so appreciated, along with all these submissions of marvelous poems from marvelous poets!
    cheers from sunny Vancouver, kj

    1. Thanks KJMunro, and a behind the scenes volunteer that normally does so much that we don’t know. I know all too much about hard grafting work that is invisible.
      .
      Kudos to both of you!
      .
      warm regards,
      Alan

    2. Oh, Seabeck is just a half hour from where I live! I just returned from a holiday at the ocean so a little late posting here. If Seabeck is a regular event perhaps I can attend next year. Rain is more the norm but I see the sun came out for the guests!
      And thank you Lori Z for helping out on the site.

  7. Loved Terri French’s offering.

    Right now I can smell the aroma, lingering by a coffee-grinding shop most days here in the Turkish quarter of Macedonia.

    But there’s an issue here, and it’s age related. 🙁
    MY English grandma would not have known how to tell apart a coffee bean from a rabbit dropping. She BOILED my Mom’s special coffee bean gift sent from Europe where such things were de rigueur. (Of course Grandma threw them out, thinking Europeans were weird and backward.)

    There’s so often a story behind our recollections, no?

    This also true of Martha’s poem… recuperating after a tough/worrying time in the artificial atmosphere of hospital surroundings, hospital food, however bland, becomes a welcome distraction.

    So many here to enjoy, and thank you, Lori and Kathy.

  8. Dear Lori Zajkovisky and kathy,
    Delighted to see mine included in this wonderful blog, hearing so many variety …. Of so many
    favorites, following is so striking.

    Asian bistro
    accented English
    a cacophony

    Jackie Chou
    Pico Rivera, CA, USA

  9. What a great sound track!
    Especially liked:
    *
    hospital comforts –
    the clatter of the dinner trolley
    along the corridor

    Martha Magenta

    could read all kinds of tones into that “comfort”–several scenarios suggest themselves here. A great use of the power and range of a short form
    *
    passive voice
    more pepper is ground
    absently

    C.R. Harper

    clever! Hadn’t thought of this angle on the theme
    *
    at the movies
    the surround sound
    of popcorn

    Lori Zajkowski

    love the aptness and the sheer surprise here! everything works just right. A spectacularly fresh take on such a common experience
    *
    backbiting –
    the chop chop of her knife
    on the cutting board

    arvinder kaur
    Chandigarh, India

    oooh–hear several kinds of sharpness, well done
    *
    well baked bread
    the delicious thump
    of a perfect day

    Kath Abela Wilson
    just talking about this the other day–I hear that thump
    *
    once again, thanks to everyone for contributing such wonderful work

  10. I loved Arvinder Kaur’s “backbiting” juxtaposed with the “chop chop of knives on the cutting board” very much..
    Enjoyed all of them, actually.
    👌🏻👍🏻

  11. Thanks Lori for guest editing! Just off the bat without having had a chance yet to read through all of these, this one captures the theme so well. Our modern day sound of the Keurig just does not compare. Grandmas and the sounds from their kitchen really are special and stick with you – the food sticks to your ribs and the sounds stick in your mind fondly.

    the burble
    of a percolator
    grandma’s kitchen

    Terri French

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