Sunsets and Silhouettes

Cool coastal air caressing care on my face,
The sand slipping softly through my feet,
The ravenous roars
Of the ocean’s whimsical waves,
Ice cream top like silky snowdrops,
Woody waffle cone 
Like a bark of a tree,
The sun bleeding in the sea,
Sunsets and silhouettes,
I closed the gap,
I bit the top of the icecream,
And it slid down
Through the gate of my teeth,
Warming warmly the tongue,
And I thought
I swallowed the sun.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Nicole Avatar
July 6, 2025 at 7:18 PM
Ice cream warming on a warm tongue, and you thought you had ' swallowed the sun. ' Such a fun image. This made me smile, Anne. :) You're so clever and creative, my sweet friend. :) Hugs, Brandy
Winter Avatar
July 7, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Thank you so much, dear friend. Your words mean more to me than words can describe :)
Anaya Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 7:05 PM
I like the twist at the end, imagery is out of this world, and the alliteration flows gently. Unique metaphors~ charmed
Winter Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 8:45 PM
Dear Anaya, thank you so much for the wonderful words! I am grateful! You're so cool! Best, Anne
Kendrick Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 10:52 AM
Ha!! Ha!! I have never heard of ice cream of warming the tongue unless someone had put some hot pepper in it. Creative humor and descriptiveness. Thanks for sharing. Sara K
Winter Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Dear Sara, it's just a metaphor. It is suggesting that the ice cream brings a sense of comfort, joy, or warmth to the poet's emotions, rather than a literal temperature change. Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem. Best, Anne
Rodgers Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 10:30 AM
Dearest Anne, Your newest artwork is like a breath of salt air at the end of a long day where I felt every line settle gently and then linger, like the last warmth of the sun on skin. The way you capture the sensory magic of the coast, the cool air, the playful sand, the wild music of the waves just makes me want to walk barefoot beside you and just listen. I love how you turn something so simple into something cosmic and how swallowing the sun feels both playful and impossibly brave. Your words made me smile, made me hungry for summer, and left me feeling a little more alive. I’m so grateful for your friendship and your poetry, keep writing dear Anne, keep shining. The world needs your sunsets. Blessings, My Dearest Anne, Daniel
Winter Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 8:43 PM
Dearest Daniel, thank you so much for truly caring about me and my poems. I am so grateful that you are my brilliant friend. Your lovely notes always make me smile. You are a wonderful friend. Your kind words mean the world to me. I truly appreciate you, My Dearest Daniel. Happy summer! Best, Anne
Andresen Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 4:39 AM
- "Ice cream top like silky snowdrops" ... love that line in this wonderful poem :) - You swallowed the sun ... that's why it's not shining today, Anne :))) - hugs
Winter Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 7:45 AM
Dear Anne-Lise, ah, guilty as charged but don't worry the sun will shine again. You see, when I tried to swallow the sun it got stuck in my throat. I sort of had to cough it out. It will get better by tomorrow and shine again. I promise haha. Thank you for the kind words. I appreciate you. Best, Anne
Buhagiar Avatar
June 4, 2025 at 10:05 PM
Lovely and lyrical, with admirable alliteration. How I wish I could tread those whimsical waves but not swallow the sun. It's too darn hot already and it's just spring here. I dread summer. Poetic hugs.
Winter Avatar
June 5, 2025 at 7:50 AM
Dear Victor, thank you for the kind words. Your comments are appreciated! I know the summer heat can get really annoying especially in the afternoons. But summer mornings and evenings are the best. Best, Anne
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