Thursday, May 26, 2011

small stone #4

husband and I trek a mile for ice cream

just for the creamy banana,

crunchy pecans, and chunks of

thumb-sized chocolate.


shoes flipping and flopping over

overgrown grass peppering swirly brown mud-cakes,

skipping over white dots

powdering the steamy asphalt
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18 comments:

  1. Judith C EvansMay 26, 2011 at 8:28 AM

    "Creamy banana, crunchy pecans, and chunks of thumb-sized chocolate"...Yum!

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  2. bttrflyscarMay 26, 2011 at 8:47 AM

    :) Chunky Monkey to the laymen lol.

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  3. BubbaMay 26, 2011 at 9:36 AM

    I could go for some thumb-sized chunks of chocolate myself!

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  4. The PoetMay 26, 2011 at 9:42 AM

    The smallest morsel would be good for me...as long as there's chocolate in it!

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  5. bttrflyscarMay 26, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    haha. yes, agreed.

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  6. flaubertMay 26, 2011 at 12:14 PM

    Lovely imagery in this piece.

    Pamela

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  7. bttrflyscarMay 26, 2011 at 1:27 PM

    thank you!

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  8. AnonymousMay 26, 2011 at 2:03 PM

    Wish you would share chunky monkey with me! Thanks for sharing the lovely images through your poem.
    love
    Butterflies of time
    http://harivarasanam.wordpress.com/2011/05/27/sin/

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  9. bttrflyscarMay 26, 2011 at 2:12 PM

    hehe! there is enough for all!

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  10. MaryMay 26, 2011 at 3:00 PM

    If you trek a mile for ice cream, at least you work some of the calories off. LOL.

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  11. Liz Rice-SosneMay 26, 2011 at 9:17 PM

    I'll take that thumb-sized piece of chocolate please. Wonderful stone!

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  12. Eileen T O'Neill .....May 27, 2011 at 5:11 AM

    A delightful and tasty read. The lengths we would go to to find food satisfaction!

    Eileen

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  13. bttrflyscarMay 27, 2011 at 7:27 AM

    Mary, it was a mile both ways, before we sat down the eat LOL!

    Thanks Liz and Eileen!

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  14. Sherry Blue SkyMay 27, 2011 at 10:34 AM

    Chocolate AND ice cream! THAT'S what I'm talkin' about:)

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  15. bttrflyscarMay 27, 2011 at 12:27 PM

    heck yes! haha.

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  16. EllaMay 30, 2011 at 7:32 PM

    Rich and visual...the walk to the get the decadent indulgence and your words~

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  17. bttrflyscarMay 31, 2011 at 7:37 AM

    :) thank you!

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  18. Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a TeacupAugust 20, 2011 at 1:18 PM

    Very nice the way the imagery mirrored itself in each stanza....chocolate yummy treats....and natures visual treats.

    Nice!

    ~alaurilee

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