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November 1, 2013
Ice Cream by ~evanescentdark Suggester Writes: This is a delightful poem about the small pleasures that can be found regularly in everyday life. It’s made up of so many wonderfully vivid little scenes.
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Everyone writes poems about emotions and fears
And one day I said, "I want to write a poem about
Ice cream."
About Dilly Bars on the drive from Tucson to Phoenix
The Dairy Queen across the highway from the ostrich farm
With the dust devil's raging by
About soft serve cones at the Desert Museum
Always Twist. Never Vanilla.
On all those hot Saturday afternoons
Watching mountain goats sleep in the shade
A poem about Friday nights after pizza
A different flavor every time
And eating straight from the carton at Dad's
While netflix plays on the wii
And sitting on the rooftop watching the stars
Ice cream bar in hand
About the store by Big Lake
Where I always got the cookie ice cream smash
Ate it on the way back to camp
Every single time.
Gelato at the Stanley Hotel
The worst I've ever had
Talking in hushed voices about ghosts and bravery and
"Oh that's so bogus"
And then there was the Gelato at Parisi's
Caramel
Sea salt
After a wonderful, stuffing dinner
The mini Ben & Jerry's at Fry's
"Please, Mom, pleeeeeeeeeaaaase?"
A poem about going to Coldstone after sushi
Only on special occasions
The Chocolate Lovers Delight
And garlic chip ice cream at the best candy shop in the world
WORST ICE CREAM EVER
But a memory all the same
I want to write a poem about ice cream
What a funny poem that would be
And one day I said, "I want to write a poem about
Ice cream."
About Dilly Bars on the drive from Tucson to Phoenix
The Dairy Queen across the highway from the ostrich farm
With the dust devil's raging by
About soft serve cones at the Desert Museum
Always Twist. Never Vanilla.
On all those hot Saturday afternoons
Watching mountain goats sleep in the shade
A poem about Friday nights after pizza
A different flavor every time
And eating straight from the carton at Dad's
While netflix plays on the wii
And sitting on the rooftop watching the stars
Ice cream bar in hand
About the store by Big Lake
Where I always got the cookie ice cream smash
Ate it on the way back to camp
Every single time.
Gelato at the Stanley Hotel
The worst I've ever had
Talking in hushed voices about ghosts and bravery and
"Oh that's so bogus"
And then there was the Gelato at Parisi's
Caramel
Sea salt
After a wonderful, stuffing dinner
The mini Ben & Jerry's at Fry's
"Please, Mom, pleeeeeeeeeaaaase?"
A poem about going to Coldstone after sushi
Only on special occasions
The Chocolate Lovers Delight
And garlic chip ice cream at the best candy shop in the world
WORST ICE CREAM EVER
But a memory all the same
I want to write a poem about ice cream
What a funny poem that would be
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*sigh* There you are. There it is. Ice cream. Wrote it in the middle of the night (I wonder if that's the only time I can actually write poems). Anyway, form and flow is terrible but I liked it and I had fun writing it so who cares?
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Great, now I want ice cream...
That was so utterly delightful, thank you!
That was so utterly delightful, thank you!