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These are some short poems I wrote centred around taste and how we can misinterpret the things people say.

this atmosphere is turning bitter
his boss cried loudly
he looked around for a beer
but couldn’t see one
does he want me to
buy him a drink
he wondered

she said the evening was sweet
and then appeared confused
when he asked her
what flavour it was

there’s a salty taste in the air
the old fisherman exclaimed
so that’s where the salt is
but how do they get it
out of the air and
into a tub he wondered

it leaves a sour taste
in your throat
his mum said
how does she know
what it tastes like
if shes not eating it
he wondered

have you experienced umami
his friend asked
i haven’t seen that film yet
he replied

taste?

Posted: October 28, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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he didn’t know taste
he didn’t know what
sweet & sour,
salty, bitter, umami
tasted like on his tongue
he tasted textures
smooth, coarse,
wet, dry,
hot, cold
they made the difference
but taste was all the same
everything he tasted
was the same
he ate to stay alive
not to decide if it
was one pinch of salt or two
that’s all food meant to him
a way of staying alive and
satisfying his hunger
taste? what’s that?


I said goodbye to this tall, slender, memory

From my past that had from nowhere

Come back into my life, rekindling teenage desires

Unexpected but welcome, a distraction from daily life

 

And now this vessel of pure white skin, topped with

Fair, blonde hair, cascading down towards mother earth

Covering pure, delicate bone. So light yet so strong

Stood before me, so close, I could smell her lipstick

On my tongue as we stood burning each others image

 

Into the deepness of our memories, ready to be

Recalled when we awoke in the early hours of a

Summers morning, the sun peering over the horizon

Getting ready to wake up unsuspecting men and women.

 

Her fingers left mine, hanging nowhere, just there

As we said goodbye forever, knowing this would be the

Last time we saw each other, touched each other, tasted each other…

 

I turned and touched a single, lonely bead of sweat

Resting on the pillow before it melted into soft fabric

Gone forever, never coming back

The smell of lavender hanging in the air

Reminding me of the night before…

 

I gather the bead of sweat, so soft, so light, so clear

On the tip of my forefinger, look at it taking in

The colours of the world bouncing away in all directions

Before I place it gently on the tip of my tongue

And take a last taste of you, my last memory of you

As I say goodbye to you, forever