Richard Poor Poet Free verse

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 January 3, 2015 at 10:03 AM An easy six, Richard. Loved the metaphor. And, the ending. Write on! Richard Poor January 3, 2015 at 10:30 AM thanks for the kind words...with my heart richard

Vassilis Comporozos January 3, 2015 at 2:12 AM Clever. Nice piece! Richard Poor January 3, 2015 at 9:07 AM thank you for the kind words...with my heart richard

Ty Townsend December 29, 2014 at 1:01 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 December 29, 2014 at 1:09 PM thank you for your kind words... with my heart richard

Andrea Dietrich December 20, 2014 at 2:28 PM wow, this is so fantastic, a FAVE on this one. Richard Poor December 21, 2014 at 1:22 PM thank you...it is one of mine too... with my heart richard