Dashing through the downpour of rain,
thinking to myself: "Bri, this is so insane!
I really don't need the ice cream this much,
even though it is SO YUMMY and it's my crutch …
to lean on when PoemHunter's site is down,
or access to a PC (like a disappearing clown)…
has slipped, dispassionately from my grasp."
(Bri runs five blocks through the rain.)…
"Damn!The ice cream shop's burned down! ! ", I gasp.
(April …12th …2018)
The written-with-keyboard poem is so close to life's reality and makes me think of anxious hours when WiFi is not available...i confess: i am addicted to the we meida and wasted too much time there.
Only solution....a third addiction? Bri, lots of truth in these words of yours. I can almost sense that pang of angst that wells up when the internet is down. What to do? The ice cream is at least the soothing balm that lets you get through those difficult times. Perhaps not the details, but your message is very, very relatable...to myfavourites.
Just to see if you're still watching this... I picked this one because it was short.
At least you can still remember why you dashed through the downpour; sometimes I do the same thing but can't remember what I was supposed to buy! Senile? Thanks Bri
I see here two of your addictions Bri........ Ice cream and Internet! I don't feel any wonder that you dashed into the rain in search of an ice cream shop...... Won't even stop with that! It is a surprise that you didn't somehow attempt to look for another shop and get possession of the yummy thing........! Probably no other shop selling ice cream must have been in the vicinity! Bad luck!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as the ice cream shop's burned down! ! no matter, bri sould sleep a long sleep and after getting up could find all right, it is as fantastic piece as Bri's favorite ice cream