Giving thanks, again

 

I met you, that savory Thanksgiving

I thought it was the food, which saved the memory

In the pantry of my hungry mind,

But now I realize �"

the tang was in your soul -

a lingering umami

which will feed my witless cravings,

for a brief, fragrant moment,

until next year.

Reviews

[B]

I am thankful for so much
Everyday
What a sweet poem
A token of gratitude
I hope she hears you out

[SleeplessVolcano]

Some words are just spoken into the wind
attracting only wind chimes of nostalgia

[B]

Or maybe someone Is listening but playing deaf

[Ken Simm.]

Just as there are more than two tastes, there are more than two flavours in this work. This appeals directly to the senses and personal memories.

[Tony Jordan]

When sweet becomes savoury has our taste or our memories altered.
'Umami' I thought was a posh retaliation (yo mama).
Google was my friend and the key to this.
Good one SV.