{"id":3523,"date":"2015-08-05T07:44:11","date_gmt":"2015-08-05T14:44:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=3523"},"modified":"2015-08-05T07:44:11","modified_gmt":"2015-08-05T14:44:11","slug":"the-sadness-of-ice-cream-prompt-175","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/the-sadness-of-ice-cream-prompt-175\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sadness of Ice Cream . . . . Prompt #175"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s writing prompt is a poem. You can write on the theme or mood of the poem, or a line, or a word. Write whatever comes up for you.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 180px;\">The Sadness of Ice Cream by Ron Salisbury<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">The emperor had his and\u00a0 I&#8217;ve had mine,\u00a0 home churned<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">on the fourth of July, spoon after spoon after she called,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">gelato in Ravenna, Neapolitan&#8211;chocolate was the best&#8211;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">pints, bars,\u00a0 Liz\u00a0 Topps\u00a0 said next summer let&#8217;s eat lots,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">plopped\u00a0 a\u00a0 spoonful\u00a0 of\u00a0 Rocky\u00a0 Road\u00a0 on her bare belly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">No more, my doctor says.\u00a0\u00a0 Cholesterol, blood pressure.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">Besides, right at the beginning, first cone, bite, spoonful<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">licked off the belly,\u00a0 we\u00a0 begin\u00a0 to measure how much is<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">left not how much there was. The sadness of ice cream.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/Miss-Desert-Inn.-Salisbury.180.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-full wp-image-3524 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/Miss-Desert-Inn.-Salisbury.180.jpg\" alt=\"Miss Desert Inn. Salisbury.180\" width=\"180\" height=\"275\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/www.sandiegowriters.org\/0516-publishing-your-poetry-with-ron-salisbury\/\" target=\"_blank\">Ron Salisbury<\/a> is a writer who has integrated his poetry with his business life for decades.<\/p>\n<p>Now, three wives deep, four children long, and assorted careers past, he continues to study, publish and write in San Diego.\u00a0 His new book, <a href=\"http:\/\/mainstreetrag.com\/bookstore\/product\/miss-desert-inn\/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Miss Desert Inn<\/em><\/a>. is being published this fall by Main Street Press, Charlotte, NC<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s writing prompt is a poem. You can write on the theme or mood of the poem, or a line, or a word. Write whatever comes up for you. 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