I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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20 November 2013

Tastes Change

My greatest love used to be chocolate.
This was true most of my life.
But now for some reason I hate it,
and I just can't understand why.

It isn't your fault, dear chocolate.
It's not you, it's me.
It was nothing you did. I just grew out
of loving you. I'm really sorry.

When I was little I hated
pumpkin, I thought it was awful.
Then one day, suddenly, I liked it.
My Mum thought that was wonderful.

Tastes change, says my doctor. Don't worry,
it doesn't mean that you're sick.
So eat, drink and be merry.
Eat veggies if you don't like steak.

And I do, especially spinach
which formerly I disliked.
Now it all gets finished
and I come back for seconds - yikes!

Some people like bread, some meat,
some think fresh fruit is good,
some adore shellfish, or spices —
never mind what kind, we love food!

November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge: day 19, love / anti-love.


  1. I really like this take on the prompt - and although it's "light" there is always a wider wiser deeper meaning that I take from anything you write - could be a shopping list and I would find a deeper wider wiser meaning... Greatly enjoyed :)

    1. Dear Pearl, maybe your propensity for finding wisdom and meaning says more about you than me! *Smile.*