Rocky Road Ice Cream, #Epulaeryu, #Poem

Willis Lam, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Creamy chocolate in a mound,

Fluffy marshmallows,

With cool crunchy nuts swirled in,

These textures combined,

In sweet harmony.

I like it.


© Susan Joy Clark 2021

This was written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Lucky Dip — Saturday Mix challenge to write an epulaeryu poem.

Here is an explanation from their page on the epulaeryu form:

“The Epulaeryu poem is all about delicious food. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three (33) syllables. The first line has seven (7) syllables, the second line five (5), the third line seven (7), the fourth line five (5), the fifth line five (5), the sixth line three (3), and the seventh line has only one (1) syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. Each line has one thought which is about the main course.”

I was following the syllabic form but noticed afterwards that the words seem to make a fitting ice cream cone shape.

Dare I post two ice cream poems in the same day? I think I just did. It just seems so summery. Here is the other one. It’s a bit different in nature and tells a romantic story. By the way, rocky road is my favorite ice cream flavor. What is yours?

Ice Cream Cone Romance, #Paint Chip Poetry Sixain

Photo by ian dooley on Unsplash

He gifted her an ice cream cone.

He gave it to her with a blush.

“I wish it were a precious stone,”

he told her in a quiet hush.

His hands were stuffed into his jeans

of faded denim, while he leaned

In for a kiss from his sweet girl.

Her lipstick marked him on the cheek,

Leaving his head then in a whirl,

As he felt awed and somewhat meek.

To him, she wore a halo bright,

An angel that mystical night.

Years later, his fortune increased

But his girl was still the same,

His romance then did not decrease,

Even after she took his name.

He thought a better gift he’d give,

To celebrate the love they lived.

He gifted her a polished stone,

She was then the one who blushed.

“I wish it were an ice cream cone,”

He told her in that quiet hush.

And, after this, that husband meek,

Still got a kiss upon his cheek.

© Susan Joy Clark 2021

This was written for Linda Kruschke’s paint chip poetry challenge. The challenge this week was to write a stanza or more of a sixain, using four or five of the paint chip words below and one as a rhyming word.

The poem was partially inspired by a story my mother told me that she had read about the actress Helen Hayes and her romance. At one point in her courtship, the man who became her husband gave her a bag of peanuts (maybe at the movies or some event) and told her he wished they were emeralds. Years later, he did give her emeralds and told her he wished they were peanuts. In my poem, peanuts and emeralds became ice cream cone and polished or precious stone. All other details were also fictionalized and, of course, created, to fit in the paint chip words.

Waves, #Trimeric

Photo by Alen Rojnic on Unsplash

Waves roll into shore,

Stirring up cool, white foam,

Then recede back into the ocean

To hit the shore once more.

Stirring up cool, white foam,

Frothing milky white,

Trailing bubbles across the sand.

Then recede back into the ocean,

Like bathwater flowing down the drain,

As sands shift underfoot.

To roll into shore once more,

Rolling, gathering momentum from afar

Impacting the shore with its power.

© Susan Joy Clark 2021

This was written for dVerse’s trimeric poetry challenge. Their page defines the trimeric form this way:

1. Trimeric has 4 stanzas
2. The first stanza has 4 lines
3. The other three stanzas have 3 lines each
4. The first line of each stanza is a refrain of the corresponding line in the first stanza (so 2nd stanza starts with the second line, third stanza starts with the third line, etc.).
5. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.

Here is a little background behind my creative process for this one. I wasn’t sure of a subject at first, so I thought I’d do my own “photo prompt” and perused for a photo I liked. I selected the ocean pic above. As I thought about it, I realized the form really suited the subject of waves, as the repetitions seemed to suit that in and out feeling.

Synchronized Swimmers, #Haibun, #Haiku

A trickling waterfall creates a soothing soundtrack as I walk along the edge of the koi pond. The pale koi and deep bronzed goldfish weave in and out of one another’s paths, darting undercover of the lily pads and then emerging again into the center where I can observe them. They are graceful, arcing and twisting their lithe bodies, like water ballerinas … synchronized swimmers. And once in a while, in the midst of their performance, they seem to be arranged in perfect symmetry.

the koi and goldfish

align themselves in the pond,

warm-toned symmetry

© Susan Joy Clark 2021

Poetry in Motion

Photo by Glenn A. Buttkus

Like a ship’s maidenhead


for a machine on wheels,

she is poised

for action,

knees bent like those

of a diver,

gracefully streamlined

in art nouveau design.

She is, seemingly,

a type of female Mercury,

a goddess of speed,

wings tilted upwards

as well as her chin,

holding forth a


as though the wind

will turn it.

Though frozen

and still

in sculpted metal,

she is full

of motion.

© Susan Joy Clark 2021

This poem was written for a dVerse Poetics challenge, where we were challenged to choose one of 12 minimalistic photos by Glenn A. Buttkus for poetic inspiration. Glenn is a poet who contributes to dVerse challenge and also has a site for his minimalistic photography.