HAIKU DIALOGUE – Poet’s Choice – Gourmet Gallery – hearing
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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 kitchenTerri French
chips
the noise
hot oilvincenzo adamo
salad chopper –
woodpecker stops
to listen the soundLakshmi Iyer
swollen moon
mustard seeds spluttering
in the skilletAnitha Varma
Kerala, India
a crunch
of green apple
first rainGuliz Mutlu
inside the pond
croaking a frog…
lunchtimeFrancesco Palladino
crackling sound of the pot
friends gather around bubbling cheese fondueNuky Kristijono
Indonesia
ladle picking up
gurgling gravy masala
boiling bubblesRadhamani sarma
unwrapping
candy in church
memories of grandmaAdam Arn
first time father
the oos from the box
of doughnut ohssimonj
UK
morning drizzle
the sound of bacon
sizzling in the frying panOlivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland
it’s hot soup
the neighbor whistles
in a spoonGoran Radičević
Tea with biscuits
Wrapped in the warmth
i listen Chopintè coi biscotti
Avvolto dal tepore
ascolto ChopinDennys Cambarau
pop pop pop
kernels of corn
metamorphosisjoel
sushi bar seated by the sound of flushing
wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, az usa
seafood fest
crab claws crackling
under nutcrackersChristina Chin
the crunch
of celery stalks
flossing teethNancy Brady
around the campfire
popping corn the
old fashioned wayBarbara Tate
hospital comforts –
the clatter of the dinner trolley
along the corridorMartha Magenta
grilled chicken
our lunch was still cackling
in this morningSerhiy Shpychenko
Kyiv, UA
morning sounds
a sink full
of dirty dishesMaria Concetta Conti
wailing children
and the clang of pots
refugee campHifsa Ashraf
Rawalpindi, Pakistan
Ramen bar –
cacophonous sound
of slurpTeiichi Suzuki
piff!
that part of my life
is over nowMark Gilbert
UK
alone in the break room
slurping the soup of the day
someone walks inSari Grandstaff
childhood –
between the stone wheels
the sound of grainsNeelam Dadhwal
India
mom’s dumplings
babbling cheerfully
watering my mouthSaša Slavković
Slovenia
half-asleep
vague
whoosh of whisked eggsBabs McG
passive voice
more pepper is ground
absentlyC.R. Harper
from bottle bubbles
into the goblet
tinkling ice cubesVishnu Kapoor
hissing and crackling
from a cast iron pan
bacon’s voice beckonsLinda L Ludwig
USA
no warning
but the chicken…
cold weather stewMichele L. Harvey
surprise!
the sizzle
of my omelet flambéIngrid Baluchi
Ohrid, Macedonia
bacon and eggs
sizzling in the frying pan
call us to breakfastdianne 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 bonesJohn Grant
his belching snort
an opulence
hiddenR.Suresh Babu
wedding bells ringing
chocolate fountain singing
sonic seasoningJ. Sherrod Taylor
cookspeak…
splash of red wine for the pot
and one for cookKaren Harvey
Wales
ding!
the dog’s ears lift
in expectationDebbie Scheving
nella cucina
scoppiettio di castagne
e il mio silenzioin the kitchen
crackling of chestnuts
and my silenceMaria Teresa Piras
zatišen večer –
vse glasnejša popovka
v teflonski ponvia calm evening
pop corn increasingly loud
in a non-stick panIvanka Kostantino
Slovenia
sounds from the kitchen
attracts the early birds –
family gatheringAju Mukhopadhyay
breaking the silence
the hiss
from a wine bottleAgus Maulana Sunjaya
Sunday noon
after a great meal
scraping the potSlobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia
fairytale eggplant
the stuff
of dinnertime storiesLaurie Greer
silence
everybody at the table is
too busy eatingFranjo Ordanic
leaves
under the feet – the sizzle
of apple frittersElisabetta Castagnoli
ringing bell
kids circling around
the ice cream manAnthony Rabang
crunch of seafood shells
harmonize with stomach sounds
dinner symphonyKathleen Mazurowski
tempting…
pop of spaghetti sauce
and her smileNeni Rusliana
Indonesia
autumn evening –
crackling chestnuts
between the sounds of laughtersera autunnale –
castagne scoppiettanti
tra suoni di risateAngela Giordano
Italy
slowly the love:
on the stove gurgling of the ragùlentamente l’amore:
sulla stufa il gorgoglio del ragùGiuliana Ravaglia
the crisp sound
of chips…
music to my earsRosa Maria Di Salvatore
season’s end
the clatter of just-picked
crowder peasPris Campbell
one apple let’s share
Roberta Beach Jacobson
USA
the rattle of glass
and birthday cards –
champagne noiseZdenka Mlinar
Croatia
alone
in her company –
what’s worse?Gamey Jean
at the movies
the surround sound
of popcornLori Zajkowski
lifting the wok lid
sizzle of fresh
vegetablesRehn Kovacic
backbiting –
the chop chop of her knife
on the cutting boardarvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
Autumn rain –
I crunch rice crackers
while reading a bookTomoko Nakata
pop – pop
popcornDubravka Šćukanec
Zagreb, Croatia
chopping carrots
on the wood block
his left thumbDon Miller
dingy bar…
the crunch of peanut shells
with every stepSteve Tabb
Senses of hearing
In the gallery of life
looking for their selfRefika 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 meowsJanice Munro
Canada
morning melodies
tinkling of the rain and
sizzle of pancakesElisa Allo
sweet dreams
the crack of sugar shell
on a creme bruleeBona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA
Asian bistro
accented English
a cacophonyJackie Chou
Pico Rivera, CA, USA
crispy tacos
Corona on tap
college gourmetGreer Woodward
distant sounds –
my mother’s percolator
at 7 a. m.Mark Meyer
Jutarnje svjetlo
Zvuk tišine posoli
kuhano jajeMorning light
The sound of silence salts
the boiled eggZrinko Šimunić
vegan pad thai –
the genuine taste
of his apologieslucia fontana
long, thin green stalks
even cut into small bit(e)s –
still crunchMark
Albany, NY
blooming…
a pink rose inside
the maize fieldManoj Sharma
a stray dog howling
in the neighborhood
turkey dinnercezar ciobîcă
brown sugar bubbles
a vendor’s call
sweet nutsErin Castaldi
rainy evening
mushrooms soaked in butter
start to sizzleRich Schilling
Webster Groves, MO
kitchen feud
pastry chef
spitting oilChristina Pecoraro
well baked bread
the delicious thump
of a perfect dayKath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California
butter pops
in a hot skillet
egg closes its eyePaul Geiger
Sebastopol CA
Nagoya ramen
we loudly slurp approval
for the grinning chefsusan rogers
scones and butter – tea
tummies rumble
we laughLemuel Waite
Georgetown, Kentucky
Pavlov’s dog
stuffed in a Russian museum
dinner bellCharles 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).
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Pavlov’s dog, Debbie? With that ding?
Another fun and instructional week. I enjoyed each poem, always surprised by the variety. A few comments:
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a stray dog howling
in the neighborhood
turkey dinner
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cezar ciobica
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Thoughtful contrast of plenty and want.
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distant sounds-
my mother’s percolator
at 7a.m.
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Mark Meyer
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So many memories of those distant yet close sounds from early morning.
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sweet dreams
the crack of sugar shell
on a creme brulee
.
Bona M. Santos
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Beautiful image and then the sound of that spoon. Yum.
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season’s end
the clatter of just-picked
crowder peas
.
Pris Campbell
.
Loved clatter and crowder together.
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breaking the silence
the hiss
from a wine bottle
.
Agus Maulana Sunjaya
.
The story here intrigued me. A first date, or something more somber?
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tempting…
pop of spaghetti sauce
and her smile
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Neni Rusliana
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Anticipation in a few short words.
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unwrapping
candy in church
memories of grandma
.
Adam Arn
.
The distinct sound of that crinkly plastic. Unwrap slow or get it over with quick?!
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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.
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swollen moon
mustard seeds sputtering
in the skillet
.
Anitha Varma
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Round images, and all those S sounds sputtering.
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I welcome Lori! Let her perform nicely to carry her wicket to the heights.
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
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
uncorked…
last summers fruit
on my tongue
Oops! Sorry, wrong box.
Just glanced at the collection, and haven’t digested them all, but the haiku by Don Miller, wow, I can imagine the scream from here.
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!
You can see a haiga version of my effort at
https://twitter.com/MarkgZero/status/1187461721910317062?s=20
thanks for this, Mark!
Interesting variety of approaches. I particularly loved Rich Schilling’s beautifully done
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rainy evening
mushrooms soaked in butter
start to sizzle
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.
sushi bar seated by the sound of flushing
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wendy c. bialek
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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?
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:
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dingy bar…
the crunch of peanut shells
with every step
.
Steve Tabb
Janice, thank you for the comment.
That was a fun list of sounds Janice!
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
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.
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Kudos to both of you!
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warm regards,
Alan
thanks Alan!
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.
Debbie – the Seabeck Haiku Getaway is the annual haiku retreat of Haiku Northwest – part of the Washington region of the Haiku Society of America – highly recommended! They hold monthly meetings too:
https://sites.google.com/site/haikunorthwest/
Belated, but thank you for the info Kathy.
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.
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
What a great sound track!
Especially liked:
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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
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passive voice
more pepper is ground
absently
C.R. Harper
clever! Hadn’t thought of this angle on the theme
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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
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backbiting –
the chop chop of her knife
on the cutting board
arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
oooh–hear several kinds of sharpness, well done
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well baked bread
the delicious thump
of a perfect day
Kath Abela Wilson
just talking about this the other day–I hear that thump
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once again, thanks to everyone for contributing such wonderful work
Thanks Laurie for your appreciation! Really value
I loved Arvinder Kaur’s “backbiting” juxtaposed with the “chop chop of knives on the cutting board” very much..
Enjoyed all of them, actually.
👌🏻👍🏻
Thanks Anitha for your appreciation! Love and light.
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