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. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.
Last night wast Stone Soup's last extended open mic of January. A small but fine sampling of poetry. Next week we have our first feature of 2019. We're already getting some new people on the open mic. Here's hoping we have more.
I wrote the last of this poem early this morning because I have a lot on my plate for the rest of the day. I've stopped writing New Year's kind of poems, which makes me glad. The mime/dance performance by Marty Levin and James Van Looy was a big help. You can see a sample photo below and a near-full video of that piece of inspiration here. Thanks for reading.
Inaction Items
Today is the first day
you did something new
and so unimportant
you won't even remember.
No one to take the minutes
of your introverts club.
No funds for a reward to bring in
your inevitable murderer.
Not even a parrot to catch the swears
you mutter under heavy breaths.
Best to keep you away from even you,
ready to start a fight with mimes,
go to war over a tug of rope
that doesn't even exist.
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| Mime fight! |
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| No one takes number one anymore. I miss Lee Litif. |
Special thanks to Laurel Lambert, April Penn, Nancy Messom, Jan Rowe, Suzanne O'Toole, Marty Levin and James Van Looy.
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