Friday, February 08, 2019

Stone Soup Croutons, 2-7-19, Miracles Aren't Enough

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's extended open mic happened. The poem is happening this morning. I missed not having a feature this week. Hoping I have news to change that quick. Nothing to do with the poem tho. I have been working a lot. Too much. That's in there. Thanks for reading.

Miracles Aren't Enough

Walk on water to get to work.
They will only look for
the invisible clothesline,

boil the body till they find
some measure of stilts,
connect you to the ground.

They crucify you with pins
and needles under your feet,
deny you exist, dock you no show.

Your scripture is simple.
Heaven is a replica of
here, no one else in it.

There's rain, even snow.
It's not personal. No vengeance
attached. Moods are allowed.

Their morning metro tells you
Judgement Day's come and gone.
Now you can get some rest.

Special thanks to Michael Igoe, John Lane, Laurel Lambert, Martha Boss, Nancy Messom, Marty Levin and James Van Looy.

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