Dilantha Gunawardana


A Glass Of Whiskey - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

Darkness relapses to where the ventricles fill
As fogs of pain blanket the soul in a winter's chill
Yet the whiskey whispers echoing psalms of hope
As to a burgundy trickle the chambers elope

The soul waiting to be kindled, a lamp in lightning's path
As firedrops whisper hope trickling down a glass shaft
As a silent smile blooms where no springs are sprout
Yet the soul live sparse, in the absence of stout

A vessel sprouting opportune grains of mirth
As sporadic shots of fire breed life to a frozen hearth
Oiling the bleak soul is the firewater's flow
Swallowing the inbred sorrow ever so slow

Wakening the star gazer dormant within
For the soul to live, even amidst the lingering thin
Fire melts the buds, as saliva moistens the tongue
As seeds of taste are tempestuously sprung

Firewater casts her spell for melancholy to thaw
As the chill of loneliness dissolves in these clutches of war
As erect canons shatter the rampart of sorrow
Burgundy drops linger on with the promise of tomorrow

She is the angel, that kisses my lingering lips
She is the sorcerer, that fizzes my waltzing hips
As mirth infuses in luscious cascades of burgundy
Pain is washed away from these shores of Normandy

For the snow capped soul, the sun has risen above
As icebergs melt to unveil fossils of a vestigial love
A baptism of fire to a soul paled by the shadow of pain
As from within the soul of man, a behemoth monster was slain

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A poem on the healing properties of whiskey

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013



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