Red Barchettadrive Poet Rhyme

Until the Moon Apologizes

I am dipping into these soupy stars 
with my little celestial ladle.
New born stars rest while
being rocked lightly in the cradle.

I want to experience every new stars song, 
I want it to blow me away--

I want to wear their song like a sweater,
and have it stitched into the fabric of my day.

Makes me want to ride the breeze
above these primitive prizes...

and drift off on a brief eclipse
until the moon apologizes.

Farewell to the passion,
the moon, the diamond wine.
Hello to my future,
you're mine, all mine!

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Anne-Lise Andresen November 21, 2015 at 2:48 PM - With best wish that the future will be as you expect, a wonderful poem Red! (7) - I wish you a great peaceful weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Charmaine Chircop November 20, 2015 at 10:20 AM I am waiting for the sun to apologize. He scorched my heart and dried my lakee..So couldnt cool down the pain. I so loved your wearing of the sweater lines too. Your poetry is always original.. R- Well Done : )

Skat A November 19, 2015 at 11:39 PM Red B., Soupy Stars, <--- Sweet .. Anyways, I like the wearing a song as a sweater. The line and imagery's unique. Awesome write and title. SKAT

Casarah Nance November 19, 2015 at 6:33 AM I really enjoyed this! :)

Lin Lane November 18, 2015 at 1:32 AM The third verse is so wonderful. If only we could simply put on a sweater to feel the joys in life..sigh. All great lines, Red.