it was all vanilla
no Tuscan sunsets oozing
over edges of Krakow nights or
glimmers of ginger and lemongrass
she prayed to garam masala gods
begging for murals of flavors
to touch her tongue
to touch her heart
days gnawed at her so gently
she let them feast
as she slumbered deep
into sea salt dreams
For Poetics: Spicing it Up.
Merril is our host and has given us some spicy words to play with!
mishunderstood 
I love this! A real smorgasbord for the senses!
I love the sense of magical realism here, Mish. Love the garam masala gods!💙
Thank you for joining in with your sensory delight of a poem.
Murals of flavors… lovely blend. Nice!
Awesome, Mish! Love that closing image.
I really enjoyed where you went with this, a bit mythical and mystical…
I love the prayer to garam masala gods, Mish, but oh, the thought of slumbering ‘deep into sea salt dreams’!
Wow! This is incredibly poignant, Mish! I love; “she prayed to garam masala gods
begging for murals of flavors to touch her tongue to touch her heart.” 💘💘
“she prayed to garam masala gods
begging for murals of flavors”
Luv this😊
Much💛love
days gnawed at her so gently
she let them feast
what a couplet! There’s a lot going on here, lovely poeming.
Great write Mish — loved the way you mingled the spices my friend. 👍🏼✌🏼🙂
Rob is right, Mish … you are a Master Spice Blender of the poetic variety!
Great use of the prompt spices, Mish.
I’d like to meet this lady. Spicey, yet drowsy.
A fun read, Mish. Thanks
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Love this, Mish! Your first stanza is a stand-alone poem.