A Snifter of Port

A meditation on loss

A SNIFTER OF PORT

Left sleepless adrift

Beneath moon and star

I sit in cataract haze

Mired in candlelit murk

A snifter of port is no port

For this shipwrecked heart

My pen falls from fingers

Onto words unwritten 

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

I relate. That's why I quit drinking. Great writing.

[Adriana]

I always enjoy reading your poetry, it just feels so.. authentic I guess. This feels like a very charged brevity,I really loved reading it

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you dear, the feeling is mutual

[Betty Hermelee]

Your heart drifts away as you lay inebriated from port wine .....the moon of sadness is upon you...no words to speak or write...just wander on the waves of despondency...
I love your brevity piece it speaks of so much going on in your mind...very visual
Warmly, B

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you Betty. While I have at times in my life struggled with a fondness for the bottle, including all too recently, only once did I taste port wine, offered while visiting friends, and I didn’t like it at all. Recently that play on words emerged from my inner muse during one of my frequent bouts of insomnia, and this poem resulted.

[Betty Hermelee]

my pleasure!
Warmly, B