Cold, or: Hot

Bottles never used to last me too long;
now cognacs and whiskeys stand around bored 
for many long months on our kitchen shelf.
Sure, I pour a glass every so often
(rarely, truth be told); but excitement's gone.

Is it my writing, my medication, 
my age? Hard to say, but that beer I had
yesterday hit the spot; one can of brew
and I felt myself very much content.
Somewhere, I misplaced my taste for the fire.

d’Verse poetics prompt: Cheers!

At d’Verse, we are encourage to write poems with connections to drinking.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

48 thoughts on “Cold, or: Hot”

  1. This is absolutely stellar writing ๐Ÿ˜€ I so resonate with that brewing of contentment โคโค

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