Spring Morning

The sky tastes like a shortbread cookie
infused with that lavender feeling
of flying so high with the thermal surfing hawks.

I bite into it with my eyes
letting the crisp blue melt
from crumbly sweetness
to buttery delight
that seeps into my spirit.

Blue sky is the perfect accompaniment
to red-gold sun rising up
scented like a chai tea, peppery yet sweet.
The sun tastes like “Wake up!”
and sings “Are you ready to go?”

One last dunk of shortbread in tea,
one last glance at the morning,
and my curls bob the answer, “Yes”
as I set off on my day.


This poem was inspired by the prompt given (by me!) over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Synesthesia. It is also linked to Poetry Pantry 344 at Poets United.  

61 comments:

  1. My goodness such gorgeous images here Rommy!❤️ Especially adore "I bite into it with my eyes letting the crisp blue melt from crumbly sweetness to buttery delight that seeps into my spirit" sigh.. I can almost taste it myself! Beautifully executed❤️


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. I love the way you combined the senses in this poem - so cool!

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  3. Mmmm, now I want shortbread and chai tea!

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    1. There's always time for shortbread and chai

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  4. ..one last dunk of shortbread :) It's often hard to get enough of a beautiful sunrise or sunset!

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  5. I swear i'll never eat a cookie again without thinking about your sumptuous poem

    much love...

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  6. A delight to read Rommy....I love the notion of the sky tasting like a shortbread cookie.

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    1. I thought it was a fun way to play with the senses too

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  7. My senses are dancing in wild delight. I'm completely in love with the last two lines of the penultimate stanza, for I believe they are true. Yum.

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    1. This is a piece that lends itself well to dancing

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  8. Rousing our senses in this fine tasty delight

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  9. 'Sky as shortbread' and 'I bite into it with my eyes' makes my senses spin like a chocolate top.

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  10. That's a delicious spring day, Rommy! I love the idea of lavender shortbread cookie sky - is that why it's known as daybreak?

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  11. Oh, goodness every which way! But, what else can you expect from our tea goddess?

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  12. Rommy, you make me want to put more poetry in my reading cycle. You always have such a bubbly, lyrical, and sharp writer's eye. You never fail to grab hold of the most wonderful little details and wrap them in bows and ribbon. I love every single time I see one of your wordy wanderlusts walking across my screen.

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    1. That's very high praise. Thanks :)

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  13. I would love a morning have a taste like that... mine usually beats with chili and a zest of lime...

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    1. Chili can make you get going in the morning too :D

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  14. yum yum...eyes tasting beauty..a delightful treat :)

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  15. What a lovely start to my poetry-reading day!

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  16. you had me at the opening line.. love the biscuit and chai analogy!

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  17. A dip of shortbread, a sip of chai, and you've sent us all on our way happily! Well done.

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  18. Like Sanaa's piece today, such a fresh and original vitality in this Rommy - altogether adventurous and delightful...

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    1. I'm glad I got a spirit of adventure incorporated into this piece.

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  19. I love the tastes of sky and sun and the "Are you ready to go?" Loved this wonderful poem!

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  20. I bite into it with my eyes
    letting the crisp blue melt
    from crumbly sweetness
    to buttery delight
    that seeps into my spirit. ....Oh, I love this! What a delightful poem!!

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  21. What a delicious spring morning you've described....and biting into it with your eyes sounds like the most wonderful, and natural, thing to do!!

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    1. I'm glad I was able to describe it so well.

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  22. Only if, the weather outside, could be, like your poem describes, instead of, the cold, raw, bitter taste of a lemon, that winter is leaving here, in Toronto, this close, to spring.

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    1. We had a couple of nice days when I first wrote this - but now we're looking at a big storm coming our way.

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  23. Loved everything that is going on in this piece - the sights and scents and tastes ... the bobbing curls are WONDER-FULL!!!

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  24. A delightful read. My sister dropped by earlier to bring my order of Girl Scout cookies. Two boxes of shortbread cookies included. I will definitely think of you while enjoying them.

    Elizabeth

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    1. My husband brought home a box of shortbread just the other day :)

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  25. I stared at the sky today. Longer than usual because the tints of pink and orange were stunning in the white puffs and blue background. It wasn't sunrise, but now I realize, it still tasted like shortbread. Yum.

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  26. A breakfast of champions! Loved the comparison, so yummy!

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  27. Oh now I'm craving a buttery shortbread....always loved them and I buy them at Christmastime. :-) What a sweet morning poem & a delight for the senses. Thanks for sharing!

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