Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Stone Soup Croutons, 3-27-17, Mother Says

Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked up from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here.

Dexter Roberts had his reading yesterday. A nice opening for his upcoming gallery show. Friends reuniting, poems being read, and me trying to make sense of it, as usual. Here's what I came up with.

Mother Says

God looks for something
to make something.

Those who are too thin-skinned
can slip through the lock.

City-ensconced, you take
a walk through nature.

Whale songs and bus horns
have similar sounds.

Your feet are webbed
with sidewalk detritus.

Try to believe your universe
is a room you can arrange

for true peace, not pax
which is an ax hidden in pretense.

Estranged lovers and families
will not find you.

Your lamb need not ever bleed
over your palettes of love and time.

Toni and Dexter, post-feature.

In conclusion, take time on April first to see Dexter's art opening from 3:00 to 6:00 pm at the Out of The Blue.

Under construction.

Welcome back, Laurel Lambert!

Special thanks to Chris Fitzgerald, David Miller, Toni Bee, Martha Boss, Erik Nelson, Laurel Lambert, Deborah Priestly, Melissa Silva, Lee Varon, Julia Carlson, Alexa Reed, Dexter Roberts, Leonardo Toppin and James Van Looy.

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