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.
A very nice open mic last night. Any lack of cohesion in the final poem is the result of me and not the group present. In fact, I was pretty certain any hope of a narrative was lost by thew time the mic was halfway through. Hope you enjoy my non-linear, non-circular, sideways loop-de-loop journey. Thanks for reading.
Delirium Dances
Crocodiles spinning on pinpricks.
Two molesters fighting
over marble cake
like it's a position
of public office.
Days going by
like miles on foot.
Roadmaps reading
like prophecies
you aren't privy to yet.
girl climbing a mountain
because it's the only place
with good acoustics
for her song.
Turning woman down
for rank of wounded warrior
Too many men yearn
for new mothers
to let her pass.
Learning what "lugubrious,"
means, realizing after all
it's a bad choice
for your future royal title.
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| Any one of those S's are better than mine. |
Special thanks to Bil Lewis, Yvonne Hamlet, Martha Boss, David Miller, Laurel Lambert, Jan Rowe and James Van Looy.
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