Thursday, May 11, 2017

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[image courtesy Isadora Gruye]

NUTMEG ICE CREAM
I'm being self-centred now
The guy across the table from mine
Keeps salting his beer

The taste of nutmeg ice-cream
Mutes my palette so I hear
Only the rhythms of my heart

Light sparkles across the water
Of the bay down below
In competition with the banana boats

My thoughts meander
Across the water riding each ripple
Just for this evening

In a New Banana Town - population: you
I refuse to return a smile
To anyone especially a stranger
NUTMEG ICE CREAM © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Out of Standard - Photo Finish
Isadora Gruye is prompting today

Enjoy The Music


Revisit
11 May 2016
11 May 2015

15 comments:

  1. There are elements at certain tables who will try to flirt around the best they can. Very familiar episode Gillena!

    Hank

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  2. Makes me wonder if you will warm up to the flirt. :) Love where the prompt took you.

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Susie
      👠👠

      Much love...

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  3. This poem is rich with taste and life. The nutmeg, the salting beer, the light on the water. You have added another layer to the photo. Thanks so much for posting!

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    1. Thanks for dropping in to read mine Isadora

      Much love...

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  4. This is a fun read, Gillena. My favorite line is "In a New Banana Town - population: you" and I don't blame your poet for not smiling to anyone but strangers. (I smile a lot and do like my smiles returned. I've never had a dirty look.)
    ..

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Jim

      Much love...

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  5. Fabulous Gillena. I think there are further episodes here.

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  6. I think I would love the nutmeg ice-cream better than salt in my beer... I think though that I would enjoy a place like that.

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  7. What a beautiful poem. Nutmeg icecream sounds delicious! The bunny I am painting is grey, I hadn't started his fur yet when it was white and still have a ways to go on him before I get to the hat...

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    1. Oh I see. Thanks for replying. I will certainly drop by when it's completed

      Much love...

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  8. Enjoying the quirkiness of an island and time by oneself... This should happen more often!

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    1. This poem is fiction, although I used motifs from a vacation in Grenada to write it

      Much love...

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