The Ice Cream Van


Harken! Hear’st thou not
The jolly old ice cream van?
An old childhood memory

Reentering the present …

Ice cream in the Winter?
Dream on, my dearest, for
Now who leaves the house?

Reentering the present …

I scream at this Winter
For none enter the house
No one any more save I

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 5, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. If you can stand another quote, this one by Marty Rubin is one of my favorites: Solitude is when one discovers one is not alone.

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  2. Thank you. From early childhood I always loved and appreciated solitude and its benefits.And if you can stand another poem 😉

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