This isn't an autobiographical account, it's just words in the ether. What I know about whisky I learned by observation. There may be some truth here, or it may be a lot of nothing. 




Fourteen More Lines on Whisky

 

Whisky softens the blow

Tempers despair

Paints the black hole gray

With illusion

 

Whisky's half-life is an evening

Is easily replenished

Is lovely to look at, is toxic

 

Whisky is the color of tomorrow

Before tomorrow dawns sad

Is what happens

When everything that can go wrong does

 

Whisky is all and none

A voice loud and faint

An aroma that lingers on clothes, tells tales

 

 

 





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Written on 2024-07-16 at 02:11

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Congratulations! Your poem has been chosen to be featured on our home page by a fellow member of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2024-07-29


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
A Wonderful poem made even more by the fact that its fiction
2024-07-22


shells
Unfortunately I have whisky overindulgence in my youth, haven't touched it since, but as Lawrence mentioned, Islay comes highly recommended by friends of mine. The last two words are just right.
2024-07-16


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice one Jim. Whisky or Whiskey? The first the scotch the second the bourbon, I don't drink either now as my wife says it makes me snore!
2024-07-16


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I would say that whiskey can be a delight, an excellent companion, a hell raiser and a fair-weather friend. Make mine an Islay Scotch.
2024-07-16


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
what a pleasure it is to read and write about Whisky. One of my fav poets has even composed a song on it.
2024-07-16