Barbara Gorelick Poet Tail-rhyme

A Blue Night Moon

The saxophone wails out a tune
Notes drifting to a blue night moon 
Raise your glass on high

For it is such a mystery
And has been through all history
Hear the lovelorn cry

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Poet Destroyer A March 30, 2014 at 5:09 PM AWEEESOME

Dr.Ram Mehta March 25, 2014 at 12:49 AM Very lovely poem. Congratulations on a fine win, barbara

Joyce Johnson March 24, 2014 at 7:22 PM One of my favorites. Congratulations. Love, Joyce

Andrea Dietrich March 24, 2014 at 5:45 PM this one is REALLY good, Barbara. One of the best in my opinion . Congrats.

Robert Johnson March 24, 2014 at 3:05 PM I think I can hear the saxophone from here. Congrats Barbara.

Tiaua M Ioane February 27, 2014 at 4:34 AM What a poetic depiction of a blue night moon, and in so few words too! Thanks for sharing, Tiaua.

Robert Pettit February 26, 2014 at 9:44 PM Every sax player in the world should appreciate this short and sweet write.