Submitted by Megha Sood
As I trample the earth under my feet
casually walking in the misty garden
soaked and drenched in the smell of the recent rains
that smell of petrichor
unearths,
unburies the consciousness of the earth
the memories come rolling by
of that warm summer evening
air is heavy and laced with those forgotten days
and I can feel the taste
on the tip of my tongue
balancing it precariously
A jewel not to be lost or forgotten
memories do have a flavorful taste
a taste to rekindle
to revisit,
as it sits at the back of your throat
that metallic taste of sadness
that peachy taste of longing
my tearing eyes fill the emptiness
left by them
as I walk
alone in my garden
gently trampling
the earth under my feet
unearthing the consciousness and more.
About the Poet
Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Vita Brevis, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords Press, Indian periodicals, Literary heist, Little Rose Magazine and in many other publications. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. You can find her blog here.
Painting: Monet’s Garden in Argenteuil Sun – Claude Monet
Vita Brevis Press. 
Memories do have a taste and smell.
Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts
Thanks so much Brian for supporting my work.Always a delight to be published here.
Of course, Megha — Great work!
Thanks so much.
Lovely, Megha! And Congrats on the publication! 🙂
Thanks so much Penny for your kind words. Always a pleasure to be published here.
Such a charming read. You always draw a spell
Beautiful Megha! I love tasting memories and savoring them. 😊
Thanks so much Walt for your love and support.Always appreciate your kind read.
Oh Megha It is such a pleasure dear friend. You are getting so many poems published and I love seeing your success! You have always supported and encouraged me also and that means so much to me. 🙂 ❤
Thanks Walt, to me you seem to be a honest writer and it shows in your beautiful poems.Keep writing my friend.
Thank you my friend. I will write until I can no longer hold a pen or see the letters on a keyboard, and even then I will use a voice to text program. My honesty failed me 4 1/2 years ago when I was arrested for theft for using a company credit card for a couple personal purchases. The honesty in my writing comes from carrying the constant guilt of that terrible breakdown in judgment. I’m a convicted felon, and i live with that every.single.day.of.my.life.
Dear Walt,
We all have our share of mistakes in life.The lapse in judgement makes us do mistakes in life but not dishonest.Unless we don’t learn from our mistakes and repent from it, we all are honest deep down. I can only imagine how it must have hurt you deeply but now that you have acknowledged and paid your due, you should move on.Everything happens for a reason and I’m happy to have known you through your writing and will always be.
Love and hugs,
Megha
Thank you so much Megha. It was difficult for.me to tell you, and I truly appreciate your kindness in your response. It has helped.me grow as a person and as a writer, but the guilt is heavy and is taking time. You are a dear friend Megha. ☺💛
You are always welcome.Love and hugs.
Thank you, dear friend 😊
Lovely poem. Every memory can be associated with a scent or taste.
Thank you for the poem. I have tasted the metallic taste of sadness quite often, but for me, it actually inspires me to write. Bittersweet. Looking forward to reading more!