This poems started at 2 am after a bump in the night woke me up. Early morning hours are really creative hours. Since 2 am is not the time to let a whole poem come out, I grabbed my bedside journal and jotted down the title and two of the lines. What an interesting concept for a poem. If you send me a word, I will add it to the poem with its taste. Enjoy this tasty poem.
Taste of Words
“Puny” tastes like citrus, puckering citrus eaten while swinging on the playground.
“Epochal” tastes like an olive pit that you spit out with a push of your tongue.
“Pithy” a dirty martini with a zing of gin at the finish.
“Tomorrow” is yummy, melty chocolate that coats the tongue and the inside of your lips.
“Tea” has a tangy bite to it, gingery, that lifts your lips off your teeth.
“Phone” does not taste good. You want to fling it out of your mouth and then brush your tongue against the roof of your mouth to get rid of the bitter flavor.
“Lilac” is delicate and sweet and slightly sticky like warm clover honey. You can taste it mostly on the tip of our tongue where your sweet receptor taste buds are kept.
“Meeting” is rhubarb. It takes a firm bite to chomp it and then the sour hits you.
“Umbrella” is good red wine. So complex with different changing flavors beginning, mid-palate, and finish.
“Orca” is sipping refreshing sweet tea through a straw on a hot day in August.
“Box” is a pungent herb, probably just picked oregano.
“Lap” lip smacking blueberries rolling across your tongue.