
“Hookah” by Baraholder
wet smoke lays down in languorous lungs
condensation to sweeten a bubbling glass
Turkish pipestem draws vapors round tongues
for savoring shish burned in bellies of brass
the mood climbs a flight of transcendent rungs
to a mellow state bourbon alone can surpass
(originally posted January 2014)
As ever – superb. I’m there!
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welcome
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Yes, there’s nothing like a knock of the Knob . . .
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now, that’s a phrase I hadn’t heard
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Knob Creek! Best bourbon this side of Pappy van Winklkes . . .
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should have known – I’ve enjoyed a bottle or two of Knob Creek
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Like this – brilliant
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thank you most sincerely, katy
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Sounds like you have had experience…
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ha ha – only vicariously
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Reblogged this on Lavender Turquois.
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appreciate the reblog
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Awesome! Seeing the “wet smoke” settling.
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so glad you enjoyed it
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Altering your consciousness is a scary thing!
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there’s something to be said for it, I suppose
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Yes, for some.
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Very nicely done–I often wish I could tolerate alcohol…a grande margarita sounds so good right now!
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it’s a rare sip for me these days
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With all the meds, it’s best to not add spirits 🙂
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