Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Sweet. The same could be said for good beer, which I love to drink from a glass so I can see the amber colors.
This is gorgeous. I love your writing. "See air" is excellent.
Such lovely luscious melding of scents take us anywhere our imaginations wish to flow.
Good to see you here again Brother Ollie ! You have conjured up a fragrant delicious drop.
I think it must taste better by a campfire. I smelled woodsmoke in the air for the first time this fall yesterday and was whiffing the air like a dog, it was so delightful to smell it again.
My nose twitched with delight at your words, even though I'm not a whisky drinker. :-)
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Sounds like a nice evening. LOL, it's been a bit since I had a good whisky.
The scents, the colors, the ambience paints a serene, deep moment.
I enjoy drinking from a glass so that I can watch the movement of a paint mixed drink. Of course I also drink from a straw, not the nasty glass itself. ..
i liked the sense of this piece. I don't know much about the drinks. We are totally teetotalers.
Brother Ollie,It's like being there and sipping from that same glass. Whisky is such a characterful drink. No wonder it calls atmosphere, scents and tastes into its description...slainte!(Back to my Blog after a long absence) Eileen
Big fan of figs and dates. Eat one date a day good for the health. Just like reading one of your poems...Here's to campfires and fire light and the burning taste of whiskey at night
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