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.That goes up every Friday. Today is different.
Last Wednesday, I took a trip out into Lowell to feature at the new venue Let's Have Words. I can't do this every time, but I try to do mash-up poems of other open mics when I can. This was a good small gathering that mostly included storytellers. It was a interesting combination, to good to not try and share. Thanks for reading. Regular crouton poem will be up on Friday.
Dealing Out
There are tarot cards in foxholes.
Decks frantically scrambled
for a hope card to pull them out.
Death card passed around over and over,
a schoolyard's unwanted valentine.
Eventually all agree. If they have to die
like dogs, they won't be eaten like one
in some holocaust's survival guide.
Pick the last card up with a fallen arm.
Throw the bad luck down, along with faith.
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| Co-host Stephan Anstey on the mic. |
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| Open mic list for the night. Again, no one picked number one. |
Special thanks to Stephan Anstey, Dave Tierney, Skippy, John, Eric and Elan.
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