In This Quest Of Mine

"No poem was ever written by a drinker of water" ~ Horace

I went through ceaseless motions

Sailing across bleary oceans
Finding no shore, no verity
There was no grail of clarity

I reached for the hoary stars
Without making it very far
Falling back onto the earth
Of a glass of fuel there was dearth

The heavens too, I looked to entice
With comely nymphs to break the ice
The frost would just refuse to melt
The punch of lust was never felt

And in my constant bid to win
I went on searching deep within
Ending up clueless and blind
No potion for an unlit mind

Perhaps, a goblet went amiss
The sea and sky just wouldn't kiss
In every joyless quest of mine
A poem lost for want of wine

Author's Note

Cheers :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the quote and your words.
"Perhaps, a goblet went amiss
The sea and sky just wouldn't kiss
In every joyless quest of mine
A poem lost for want of wine"
I understand the above lines. My problem when I drink and write. I fall to the negative places. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote

[AJNJ]

Thanks a lot my very dear friend! I totally understand and appreciate. For each of us, there is something unique that works for us in writing. A drink must be enjoyed onky lightly. Have a wonderful weekend :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend and you are welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

booze and sex can often be a diversion, a denial, an escape. But without true love much is lost and empty...we go through motions but end up frustrated in the end.
j.

[AJNJ]

Truly dear sir! Not wine, its love that's the ultimate ambrosia and that powers and lifts our poetry! I can feel the love in every word you write. And its amazing! Bless you always!
Thanks a lot.