Open Poetry #38 |
Chocolate Pudding Poem |
aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I sit in the big armchair the one by the window with my feet up in the rocker and eat chilled chocolate pudding. Idly I think something is lost in translation if we don't rub it on our faces or mousse our hair into sticky spikes. When did life become a set of rules a list of what to do and not to do? When did we lose the wild abandon of painting our skin with chocolate pudding? aziza |
||
© Copyright 2006 Alison - All Rights Reserved | |||
divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
who says I don't still do that? *grins* ~*S*~ By words the mind is winged |
||
JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wish I had of bought that chocolate pudding I was thinking about buying last night...James |
||
passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
now i have a craving I used to eat the Jello pudding pops before they stopped making them...I miss those |
||
Potatobunny Junior Member
since 2006-07-17
Posts 14 |
I thought the poem was so great! It expressed your emotions so well that you don't always follow the rules or care what people thing. If I am totally wrong about that, please tell me LOL! |
||
Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
When life brought guilt and childhood was a memory. Growing up is forgetting what real enjoyment was. Aziza, enjoyed the read my friend, a bit hungry though. Take care and be well. Sincerely Rick |
||
aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Glad ya'll enjoyed this. Maybe we should get together and just indulge with wild abandon! aziza |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |