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 the next morning. Or evening, in this case.
I am late this week and lacking confidence, having not posted anything for a couple of weeks. It's been a busy month, and I've started setting up live streams of Stone Soup Poetry nights, open mic and all. When I did the first one for the SOUPed Up Beat Poetry Festival, I was too busy to take notes. That was enough to get me out of practice, and I skipped writing anything for Jeannie Nunes's feature. At least they are recorded and accessible now, so I might watch them and write something later.
This week, we had the return of Hannah Brown! Though I was far from refreshed from the weekend or the work day, I was able to pick up the pen again. I was tired enough that I ended up writing a line or two that didn't make sense to me (that commas and parentheses one? Yeah...), but I did my best to keep them in. Here is the poem.
Un
Our lives never have a title.
We believe we can slap it
on at the end.
No one wants to see their
draft in progress.
