Donovan Whittaker Poet I do not know?

Throw Back My Drink

The soul burnning aching
of frivolous fear
is an aching crease
in my caring blown-tree
of selfless intrigue
and celeste persona

and blind wisemen
drink handfuls of 
woman's persona

I bathe in dusks warm
embrace and I fall
backwards into the 
wide open hole of my soul
and I wonder on the situation
of the moment

I throw back my drink and
marvel at the grace of my
life and the simplicity of birth

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Beata Agustin January 14, 2026 at 9:02 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts in God through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 31, 2016 at 8:42 PM DONOVAN, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love -- SKAT --