Tim Smith Poet Personification

What's Your Flavour

The licks keep on coming but it doesn't taste the same
I'm just vanilla in The Rocky Road Hall of Shame
The bland mixed up and shaken
Watching other flavours get  taken

Saturday night's best doesn't seem so great
Sitting on the overlook with me as your only date
Hot fudge and caramel a cherry on the top
It's nothing but madness, when will it ever stop

The cookies crumble and I hear them scream
While up on high I still chill with the cream
Let those chips lay down where they may
This all time original is here to stay

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Connie Marcum Wong April 19, 2017 at 4:34 PM Tim, "The cookies crumble and I hear them scream"....it is lines like these that make this poem so unique. I love the metaphors in this poem that relate to feeling plain and shame....not feeling special. Things that the dateless forlorn feel. This poem has such a deeper meaning than just being about dessert. It reminds me of teen years when so many feel inadequate. I marvel at how you ingeniously conveyed all of that while speaking as Vanilla. Your talent shines in this little gem! 7 ; )

Anne-Marie Coreggia April 19, 2017 at 8:25 AM Tim, that last stanza seemed so raw at first and then filled with the everlasting flavor of undying love when you reiterate the craving never stopped:) Amitiés

Sara Ella April 18, 2017 at 10:49 PM I am craving a sundae now <3 Nicely done my friend :)

Lisa Ricci April 18, 2017 at 8:45 PM Good Evening Tim. I found this entry original. Yet it seems true to life of pass along some comfort food please. But yes, it has to be vanilla because it is smooth soft and easy to go down not to mention great tasting. Now about those Saturday Nights......Well done and very imaginative.

Ilene Bauer April 18, 2017 at 7:09 PM nicely done, tim! i enjoyed this very much...

Akkina Downing April 18, 2017 at 6:56 PM Give me vanilla all day long... Lol! Flavorful piece, Tim :)

Nette Onclaud April 18, 2017 at 2:24 PM deliciously savored; i'll have what you're having , tim... greeat stuff and hugggs

Charmaine Chircop April 18, 2017 at 1:32 PM I'm stratciatella-That is Vanilla with chunks of chocolate...Oh yummy...Love this poem..It made me smile:):)

Anne-Lise Andresen April 18, 2017 at 1:29 PM - Vanilla is number one for me too, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Darren White April 18, 2017 at 12:58 PM Vanilla is the very best, I never choose anything else, dear vanilla!

Jan Allison April 18, 2017 at 12:06 PM ooh give me the sundae with the hot choc sauce and oooh la la that cherry - not fond of some cookies though lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Chris Green April 18, 2017 at 12:00 PM Hey, in my opinion it all begins with vanilla. This was very cool Tim.