under
August sun
flavored
ice-crusted snow cones
cools
off our parched tongues
we
enjoy the ocean view
until
dusk whispers our names
- This poem is a combination of two prompts: Twiglet #290: ice-crushed snow and dVerse Poetics: Sometimes August isn't recognized
Nice Tanka
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Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThose snow cones are just perfect for summer.
ReplyDeleteReally good. Interesting personificiation of dusk
ReplyDeleteSlurpies and Snow Cones... the true symbol of August Days.
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery used here. This poem paints a picture by saying little.
ReplyDeleteOh, a little sigh of a poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone :)
ReplyDeleteLove the last line
ReplyDeleteA wonderful verse, Arcadia!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful writing here! Sigh.. thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt 💖💖
ReplyDeleteThanks for the creative prompt to get my pen moving. :)
DeleteThanks again everyone
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