Ice cream
The road drops here. Summer days and moonlit nights.
The first taste of ice cream on the tongue
an awakening of the senses
Like...
Vanilla sky melting
sun sighing over cones of gold
laughter dripping slowly
Mint leaf pirouettes with a spoon
and shades dance on picnic cloth
coolness on the tongue
Cherry storm lingers
like sugar on lips,
breeze returns cool for bodies sashaying
to promises half-spoken
In Rum ripple twilight.
Remembered childhood buried in layers
of bittersweet cream
Strawberry silence breeds seeds of nostalgia
of light pooling in melting bowls
Time forgets itself
Blueberry drips
vanilla hums violet cream
Summer dreams take root
Mango moonrise bears fruits of
honeyed drips of solitude
tasting like stolen kisses
under Neapolitan skies of
pinks, browns, whites... in a quiet war
sunset surrenders
Crimson caramel Collapses...
A hush spills across the ridge,
as gold melts into dusk.
Amber bows to night...The Quiet Yield
no protest from the eve's dying flame
Shadows sip the wine of sky.
The Flame falls...with a gentle sigh!
She does not resist.
The sun, crumbling at the edge,
lets silence take shape.
Painted in Farewell
Surrendering in streaks,
red drops fall without a fight ~
light sighs in color.
A crimson constellation takes shape ~ tiny red echoes scattered like the memory of rebellion,
like the paused silence after the fire...
Boldly, simplicity bleeds its meaning through color.
The sun surrenders...hushed...fading fire, speaking pure elemental color.
The silence drips primordial.
Then the first spoonful awakens with a delicate celebration...
🍨 The innocence of the first taste of ice cream...a quiet astonishment—
a cool hush against the warmth of your tongue,
soft velvet that melts before it settles.
Sweetness blooms in slow ripples...a whisper of vanilla, a kiss of strawberry, maybe the bold shimmer of chocolate like velvet dusk.
The texture is ephemeral ~ firm...then liquid, like a memory that’s already beginning to fade even as you savor it.
It’s the taste of summer's laughter bottled in frost.
A spell cast in cream and sugar, awakening something childlike
wide-eyed delight, forbidden joy,
The simple miracle of cold sweetness on a hot day.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
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Comments (16)
Tentalising all of my senses. Splendid!
Like DRS below, back to say congrats. Maybe eat some yogurt in between all the ice cream. 🤗❤️
Loved this. It's refreshing to see a non-rhyming poem, and yet, this had a poetic rhythm to it that delivers such vivid imagery. Great work.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Wow, what a sweet treat!
🍦 This piece is so gentle yet deeply evocative—like a memory melting slowly on a summer afternoon. I love how something as simple as ice cream becomes a symbol of love, loss, and everything sweet in between. Beautifully written.
Oh I could not help myself. All the colours made me drunk click. Lol. Anyways... 'Strawberry silence breeds seeds'. Oh when I tell you I could see those seeds when I read this... This piece is becoming more and more vivid. I wonder what life would be, if our sky was made of ice cream. What a surreal bundle of summer ice cream magic. I also like the way your words came bubbling out, overflowing just like the picture below, 'the silence drips primordial' I must say. You captured the bliss of being in the sun with an ice cream cone in hand, perfectly. Making me crave the ice-cream in my fridge now. Congratulations on your Top Story 🎉 🎉 🎉
So wonderful, Novlet.
OMGosh. I gained five pounds reading this delight...such temptations never resisted. Life filled with gooey goodness. Delightful.
This was such a delicious poem. I love it 🍦
Oh my, I wish I could have some ice cream now hehehehe. Loved your poem!
Glorious work Novel! What a treat literally and figuratively! 😁🍦🍨
Your poem made me crave ice cream, and like every existing flavor! So good!
This felt like tasting memory itself—each flavor a metaphor, each drip a verse. A stunning sensory tapestry that captures both the innocence and melancholy of summer. Absolutely beautiful.
I do love ice cream and your poem and images are just as delightful
Beautiful and very vivid poem.