Three nights of frazzled sleep
crammed into four hours on the couch
mellowed by malbec, merlot, mataro
an afternoon of tasting platters & wine samplings
at Penny’s Hill where black-faced sheep slumbered
under the oak; now you slumber so gently:
sweet Lethe has taken your troubles over the border;
you will awaken and forget
John Malone 
…with a bit of a head, I suspect. 🙂
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thanks for replying, Hobbo; there is soemthing wrong with this post; people are avoiding it; reckon I’ll take it down shortly; I’ve had a few posts like this and I’ve ended up trashing them
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John, I haven’t avoided it but I’m not sure I understand it. I have never drunk much and I can’t quite tell if this is a happy poem or a sad one. I had to google Lethe and having done so it’s perfect for the context.
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I appreciate your honesty, Worms; I should have made it more clear that the amount of alcohol for each tasting is small — it is only a taste and the tastings of the seven or so wines take place over a few hours with cheeses, olives,, cracker biscuits polished off with coffee. It gave C the relaxant she needed and she slept soundly and deeply so yes it is a happy, affirmative poem 🙂
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Hey John! I love this piece! The last line makes it deeper. Alcohol is certainly Lethe of this world! 😁
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of peace and wine…..
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yes and yes, Beth; after three nights of broken sleep due to stomach upsets and worry about what it might mean,, C found peace and stability 🙂 she feels much better tonight 🙂
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Okay. I’m relieved to hear that. 🙂 Sounds like a pleasant day.
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thanks, Worms: it was a pleasant, languid afternoon out in the country with the sun shining and the sheep slumbering under the oak: it was the beginning of the healing process 🙂
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I think one needs to rest the senses – completely – once in a while. Wake up lighthearted and I hope not heavy-headed. Then all’s fine. 🙂
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you’re right, Terveen, drinking wine, drinking it slowly in small quantities slows the mind and body right down; it’s a form of yoga —
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Great poem,and an enjoyable read :D. I do hope I get to experience the same,it sounds so nice!
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all you have to do is go to a winery, ask for a tasting platter with wine samplings, allow a few hours in a rural setting and it will happen 🙂
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Ahhh well,my family and I don’t drink,but it does sound really nice 😀 perhaps fruit juice would make for a more suitable alternative! 😉
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🙂 yes, I think it’s just the act of unwinding out in a rural setting, letting the mind find equanimity 🙂
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I hope you let it stand and don’t take it down. I like it! I think it’s mahvelous, John, simply mahvelous.
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thank you; I’ve taken your advice and let it stand 🙂
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I like this and learned something new by looking up Lethe:)
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thanks, Becky 🙂 like it too when I enjoy a post and learn something from it —
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