Every day my word prompt takes time away from me.
I lie in bed and write and write sometimes till two or three.
But today they’ve found another part of me to waste,
for now they’re going to take away one aspect of my taste.
Salt or bitter, sweet or sour, are tastes I must maintain.
Umami is the obvious choice that causes the least pain.
They say monosodium glutamate is what creates its savor.
Seaweed, cured fish, aged cheese and meats are what contain its flavor.
(All foods I hate and so at last, I’ll never have to worry
about detecting those weird tastes in saté or in curry.)
No more lurking fish paste. No more furry tongue.
No more adult flavors found revolting by the young.
So for once, dear “Word Prompt,” I shall to you relate
my thanks for taking from my life something I really hate!
The Prompt: Picky Tongues—You have to choose one flavor that your sense of taste will no longer be able to distinguish. Sweet, sour, bitter, salty, umami, spicy (not a taste per se, but we’re generous): which one do you choose to lose?
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Great poem!
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Thanks, Cindy. Chocolate? Yeah….
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I had no clue about the “umami” taste..I stick to the basic sweet, salty, bitter, bland…thanks for explaining it to me through this beautiful poem !!! how do you do it..everyday, i look forward to your impromptu poems 🙂
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Thanks,Mama T. I know. Hard to figure out how they “discovered” a new taste in early part of the 20th century. I mean, how do you go about that? At any rate, I decided a long time ago that I have the palate of a kid. Fish just tastes and smells so rank to me that I can’t figure out how anyone could eat it. Now I have a perfect excuse to avoid it. It’s the Word Press law! I appreciate your reading my poems. And your comments. It feels better not just writing into empty space but knowing a little dialogue will come about as a result of what you write. Thanks for that…Judy
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🙂 ..looking forward to reading many more interesting poems from you…Mamta ( not Mama T :))
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So sorry, Mamta . . . this time of night my eyes get blurry from looking at the computer all day . . . I’ll try to keep them interesting for you, and you can see by this message what my favorite punctuation mark really is.
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The older I get, the more I revert to a kid’s palate also. Is it hereditary? Are we becoming our mother, the most notorious of picky eaters? Whenever I see the caviar-eating scene in “Big” I think of us, Judy. We’d be scraping it off our tongues, too.
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Ha! I am totally in sympathy with the kid on that one as well–and remember the parallel scene as an adult when he tried to take all of the caviar garnish and Meg Ryan made him put it back? Or no–that was in “You’ve Got Mail.” How funny that he’d have two scenes with caviar! You will identify with today’s post as well.
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