creative non-fiction, Grace, Growth, NaPoWriMo 2017, Personal Experiences, Spirit, the color of moments

Sunday Mukhwas

Pink and green and white

Carnation colored fennel candy

Sugar rock crystals and dried rose petals

Peppermint oil and anise seeds, spilling spice

A bowl full of holy aroma

An altar for the time


Warm and waiting

Dive in

Scoop up and make an offering

Put palm to mouth in prayer

Sweet, the crunch

The crush of the teeth

Seeds and color

Little worlds release and fill me

Spirit spreads warmth

Tongue is blessed

Mouth smiles

A mended afternoon


3 thoughts on “Sunday Mukhwas

    • sonicleese says:

      Hi Desdi, thank you for reading. Admittedly I’m still learning about Mukhwas. For a time, I’ve only known them as the fragrant and otherworldly strong chewed stuff I have after my Indian meal at my favorite Indian joint. Lately, the sensations of the moment (taste, texture, light) have helped me narrate feeling. Do you know what I mean? The spice of the mukwha says a lot about what’s going on in the moment… much like my tulip poem is as much about something else as it is about the flower. Keep writing and thank you for reading my poems–Lisa.

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      • Paan is great after a nice Indian meal. I lived for a few years in a country where they had Paan vendors in a little booth on the street. They would make it fresh and roll it in a betel-nut leaf.


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