Whiskey Poem by Kathleen West

Whiskey

Rating: 4.7


Pools of amber swirling in my glass
I anticipate a drink
Warming liquid running down my throat
Dull my senses so I don't think

I take my whiskey, like I take life
Straight up and sip it down
I embrace it all, the good and the bad
And my thoughts still go round and round

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 16 August 2008

I like wine but LET THE BUYER BEWARE

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Michael McCall 18 August 2008

Nicely done. Much like scotch, your poem was over to quickly. Thank you for your comment.

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Smoky Hoss 07 April 2015

What a wonderful way to see, think and be.

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Mark Dillon 10 July 2012

LIKE the words from peggy Gordon for when i'm drinkin, I am thinkin lovely work kathleen.

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Pablo Cruise 31 March 2009

The intimacy of a drink. Very nice, Kathleen. Make mine a Jamison's.

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Very humourous.Gave me a real chuckle.I love the Irish people.They are so full of fun.I enjoyed your poetry.I'm still learning this system and I am amazed at the membership.I've told everyone I know who writes poetry about this site.Keep writing.

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Greenwolfe 1962 30 August 2008

No doubt. A merry-go-round of torture. GW62

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