Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions selected from Stone Soup Poetry'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.
I also have a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
Sarah Oktay and Len Germinara were a delight. It was great to feature them both on the same night. I wish poetry from such a wholesome couple didn't have to get twisted by me.
Their poems about family, friends, humanity and what we--like it or not--leave behind got me to thinking about my own deaths in the family during the pandemic, other deaths with people at the casket pretending that their deaths came as no surprise. It fueled my piece below.
I thought of titling the poem "anthropocene," a word I just learned Wednesday, but I'm not as good a poet as Sarah.
It was amazing work from everyone that got my mind and emotions racing. I hope the open mics and features can be all like this week's.
Thanks for reading.
Impact
Funerals fly by quick,
anxious to cover
ash with coffin.
Fallout from our
walking blast fields,
Good we do, side
of road hand, ditched
dog found again,
bedside beside Mom,
can't decontaminate
quick enough.
Work against reverse
interrogation, don't
say what you know.
Pick at night like
raccoons between
white fences.
Empty nest with
handsome provider
split in alley.
Better dead than
knowing, never trust
being called brother.
Special thanks to Jon Wesick, Robbi Nester, Karen A. Szklany, Jackie Chou, Richard Nester, Nancy Dodson, Jan Rowe, James Van Looy, Bryan Franco and special features Sarah Oktay and Len Germinara.
1 comment:
Well done. We very much appreciated the time and place to share with you. Come on out to Greenwood, we'll bbq some road kill over a few beahs.
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