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.
This past Wednesday, Stone Soup was happy to have Ellis Elliott meet us for the first time and feature with a heartwarming selection of poems, many from her latest collection Break in the Field. Her accounts of living with disabled and/or dying people (hear her read her last poem in the video) affect this piece greatly.
So with entries one and two done over the two previous sessions, my breakfast triptych is complete. It did not end the way I expected. I appreciate Jon Wesick getting the first two started with his serialized story. Kudos to Robert Fleming as well for helping it keep going and for recommending this week's wonderful feature.
Thanks for reading.
Mourning Reminders
Don't convince yourself
there's no time for lost,
who count every action
they are now, exiled
from even stripped shells
that were their houses,
stale bran flakes on floor
holding more memories
than walls, will to stay on
scattered in bits of salt.
Your own messiah might be
sitting up like a stillborn
in bed, waiting for you to
talk, your words bursting
in spectrum you stopped
seeing. It is not selfish
to be reborn on another's
death bed, to cry at own
refection on their pale face.
Special thanks to Annette Tarpley, Robert Fleming, Jan Rowe, Bil Lewis, Jon Wesick, James Van Looy, Jeff Taylor, Carol Weston and special feature Ellis Elliott.
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