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Fine Indigo Soup

the night promised more than dreams my eyes closed seeing stars as they are wildly thrown perfection knowing i would be here this table destined the sky is fine indigo soup steaming overhead and god is the server.

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Cona Adams

Date: 1/3/2015 10:03:00 AM

An easy six, Richard. Loved the metaphor. And, the ending. Write on!

Richard Poor
Date: 1/3/2015 10:30:00 AM

thanks for the kind words...with my heart richard

Vassilis Comporozos

Date: 1/3/2015 2:12:00 AM

Clever. Nice piece!

Richard Poor
Date: 1/3/2015 9:07:00 AM

thank you for the kind words...with my heart richard

Ty Townsend

Date: 12/29/2014 1:01:00 PM

I like this poem. The flow is natural and reading it places me in a tranquil mood. Wouldn't mind having a bowl of fine indigo soup.

Richard Poor
Date: 12/29/2014 1:09:00 PM

thank you for your kind words... with my heart richard

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/20/2014 2:28:00 PM

wow, this is so fantastic, a FAVE on this one.

Richard Poor
Date: 12/21/2014 1:22:00 PM

thank you...it is one of mine too... with my heart richard