Day 6: Bitter ( a HexSonnetta)

I’ll borrow the form from yesterday’s Poetic Bloomings (after reading that we have made our food less nourishing as we’ve chosen to make it sweeter:

Bitter
How often we complain
whenever we must eat
the bitter with the sweet
and look with such disdain
at herbs that sprout with rain
in tufts along the street

Wise ones who came before
knew bitterness of taste
meant nothing went to waste
to nourish even poor
folks, right outside their door,
plants others missed in haste

to get their sweeter fare,
less nourishing than air.