Taste the Day

Go outside

face each morning

no matter the weather

keen in one long inhale, slowly

and taste the day.


If it’s freezing cold, dry

nose-stinging, chilly,

there’s clean mint, a menthol tang

to lick the mouth from within,

scouring ruddy cheeks

and tapping peppermint tunes upon teeth.


In brilliant sunshine,

those few smooth,

but languid torpid days

that stretch as soft toffee,

and taste of buttered lemons,

sweet sticky afternoons that meander

dribbling from one’s chin.


Mysterious thick creamy fog

pronounces the flavour of cheese,

unfathomable density

ripe, firm and cautious,

a lingering moisture-filled paste

lays heavy on the tongue.


But rain, its heavy thick-fat droplets

sting the senses with metallic shards

smoke, salt and tar, Barolo wine amongst

the grateful flowerheads.


Go out, go out and taste the day

go out and drink it in

long floral draughts,

bathe in the morning’s feast.


© Graham Sherwood 01/2018

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Fri 5th Jan 2018 03:34

Wonderful suggestion - to be considered every day of 2018!

Thank you, Graham and all who work behind the scenes to provide this wonderful platform for us.

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Hannah Collins

Thu 4th Jan 2018 21:16

This is a unique poem. I love the descriptions of weather that seems to be inside us as well as outside, here in the form of flavours.
The news on TV tries to make us afraid of weather but I agree, go outside and taste it.


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suki spangles

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 15:42

Hi Graham,

Wishing you and all the WOL team a peaceful and Happy New Year!


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Graham Sherwood

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 13:47

Many thank you's JC, Keith,David,Stu and Helen. I hope you all get off to a strong poetic start in 2018 (I see some of you already have).

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Helen Elliott

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 12:14

Ah a treat for the senses indeed. Really enjoyed this Graham. Happy New Year x

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Stu Buck

Mon 1st Jan 2018 20:02

oh man, i can actually taste buttered lemons despite never having tasted anything of the sort. a fine trick you have played.

lovely stuff as ever graham, i enjoyed this one especially because of its wonderful descriptions of tastes and smells.

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 1st Jan 2018 15:06

Agreed, fine sentiment. Many of us have much to be grateful for, lovely stuff Graham.



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Graham Sherwood

Mon 1st Jan 2018 13:41

Clickety-click for me junior!

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keith jeffries

Mon 1st Jan 2018 11:44

Graham, I love this poem for the sheer beauty of its descriptive quality. You have captured something quite precious. Thank you for this. Keith

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John Coopey

Mon 1st Jan 2018 11:34

I see we've been spared another year again, Sherwood. 65 not out.

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