Rice Cooks in My Pot
Senryus on Patience
By Michelle Liew Tsui-LinPublished 10 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Mgg Vitchakorn on Unsplash
Good things come to those who wait. -Michelle Liew
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New sown seeds now laugh.
I wait, and wait --only dirt.
Then---grain, in the morn.
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Rice cooks in my pot--
As the minutes pass, grains rise
soft, white and fluffy.
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About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (9)
Dear Michelle - I never could get rice-right and 'fluffy' but, I just love you kid 'Snowball'...! I had (2) Corgis' - Best kissers ever. -Jay-
Beautiful crafted! Digging the message! 💕💖
Haha, so fitting and perfect for rice. Magnificent!!
Well-wrought! That which sprouts in darkness comes to the light.
Oooo, that sure felt very uplifting. Loved your poem!
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Great take on patiently waiting for a beautiful and yummy result.
What a beautiful reflection on patience and growth! I love how you captured the quiet transformation of seeds to grain and the symbolism of waiting. The simple act of rice cooking in the pot becomes a metaphor for the passage of time and the reward of patience. The imagery is vivid, and the sense of anticipation you convey resonates deeply. It’s a reminder that sometimes the most profound things in life require time to fully come into their own. Thank you for sharing such a thoughtful piece!
Lovely words