A trace of taste was not found.
Cancer took it away without a sound.
I wept and hid my fround.
Succulent had no say.
Perhaps it will someday.
Must be hard to live that way.
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Adventure
Emotion: Courage
Color: Pearl
Season: Midwinter
Form: Ode
Object: Mirror
Verb: Sing
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.
It was a sudden surge of energy I felt that midwinter day
When I agreed with friends to an adventure described as play
I had grown bone weary of always taking the easy way out
My mirrored face always wore a frown, a pout, or was it doubt?
I gathered what I could of courage to plod through the snow
Thinking how much the sun looked like a topaz with a soft glow
We paced ourselves for the climb and stopped for a brief rest
To catch a breath and chat, but my stamina was put to the test
A strong frigid wind made it difficult to move at a faster pace
but what beauty I was witness to on the mountain's icy face
I felt as if I'd been graciously granted a gift I'd never have seen
and in that sun kissed moment, I'd never felt more serene
but then someone whispered it was time for the return trip
I had tasted Nature's wonder and wanted on last sweet sip
Filled with awe from the day, I sang until the hour of twilight
The moon has risen like a polished pearl in a starlit ebony night
succulent so bee
the virtuous nectar sweet
lovely bee so taste
8/7/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Seemingly delicious
I cross the hue
Spoken, broken
I speak life unto
The Air is sweet
My eyes so speak
GratinFying suspicious
Breathe in air breath so delicious
I thank you for the soothing breeze
I Thank You for the greater light,
the sun shine that heats
Feeds my energy.
And melatonin
Sweet, the touch sweet to taste.
SWEET The view
O' JEHOVAH ELOHIM
The Taste of You
8/7/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
A breath of fresh air rests the mind
Cooking with smoky flavors, tenderism refined
Personal space to make choices
Voting in favor as independence rejoices
It protects unwarranted intrusion
Breaking the borders of exclusion
Light and sound
Fight or flight
Fireworks all around
Every vision so bright
True freedom is letting go
As an independent nation is one to know
Life, as a gift, I cherish you
my chance to be loved
and cared for
by devoted family
to grow to be a woman
find my special love and
give life back with a family
which has grown
to build our family tree-
now four generations.
I am so grateful for
my fulfilled life.
Someday,
comes the sunset to
frame my awesome life-
the winding down
the peacefulness
to know upon this road
there is a bridge.
I love you, life
but, on that day-
though bittersweet
I taste your truth-
every cycle has an end.
God, I love her
She is perfect in every way
I must say...
When you made her,
you over-achieved making beauty
Ever since I first seen her, I loved her
I love her for what she gives to me
I love her the way she looks
I love her because...
she listens and never talks back
Rain or shine she looks amazing
You made her skin- smooth and shapely
You made her scent that of fruit
You made her fruit- in good taste
You made her long and curvy
Tonight,
Her fruits will touch my lips
Tonight,
My tongue will taste her sweetness
Tonight,
I will eat her...
first tomato!
God, I love... my tomato plant!
heat lingers
scent of sassafras in air
cold tea is tempting
Engaging The Senses - Sight, Sound, Smell, Touch, Taste
Sound
I walk with white a cane where valley life is breathing,
The water showers near the shop, soft, soothing,
Children’s laughter drifts from far, sweet and teasing,
While rickshaw horns crash loud like a storm seizing.
Smell
BBQ smoke and chai rise warm from stalls nearby,
Rain wakes the earth, and tea steam meets the sky,
Lily and jasmine bloom where flowers softly lie,
Their scent recalls her name I cannot let die.
Touch
My fingers read the world that eyes cannot see,
Silk on my palm moves slow as worms on a tree,
I shape the clay and feel each curve carefully,
So every hidden detail speaks to me.
Taste
I sit where coffee dreams were broken long ago,
Naan khatai with tea tastes like clouds in rain’s flow,
Cold tea has lost its warmth, like past tastes I know,
Yet this bazaar keeps all the days I won’t let go.
Sight
At my craft desk I build her face from touch and breath,
My inner sight sees clear beyond the night of death,
I mold the love I lost, defying silent death,
And hope one day she’ll see what my hands bequeath.
And suddenly the world stopped spinning,
its colours faded away one by one deplorable.
People disappeared and all became eerily quiet.
A loneliness I'd never felt grew most unbearable.
One can say my skies aren’t lofty
And my style does not appeal
To their taste I’m too low key
They don’t care if I’m real
Or a shadow of bygone
If I’m living or deceased
If I’m right or if I’m wrong
They can’t bother less – I’m pleased
With attention I provide
I respect the time they waste
Reading words I couldn’t hide
Just to fit some little taste.
Sailing westbound into the sunset
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Mellow from head to toe
He’s got more swag than Duolingo
Excellant musical taste for someone that isn’t copy paste
Knows more than just the basics of aesthetics
Got so much style, he’s so worth while
A heart so pure I’d die chasing him more than a mile
Considerate of others, sometimes I wish we were brothers
-I present to you Brady Battram
I see my dream house.
Sits on a hill surrounded by nature.
Ready and waiting for me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A rainbow tastes like sky-born fruit,
ripened on the edge of rain,
each color melting differently,
each hue a fleeting sweetness
you can only hold in memory.
Red tastes warm, like steady fire~
the flavor of something brave.
Orange tastes like laughter rising~
a citrus burst, bright and breathless.
Yellow tastes like sunlight softened~
lingering warmth, honey-thin and gentle.
.
Green tastes like newness~
like cool, glossy leaves after rain.
.
Blue tastes like coolness~
a slow settling of breath inside the ribs.
Indigo tastes like evening’s turn~
the velvet weight of dreams unfolding.
Violet tastes like longing~
the sweet, soft ache of something beautiful.
And the whole rainbow together?
It tastes like light lingering a moment longer~
a sparkle on the tongue,
a breath of color you almost believe in,
a promise made of rain and hope
and everything that fades
but still returns.
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