Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked 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 an award nominated book out now collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
A wonderful all open mic this past Wednesday. With just a little over a week to Christmas (and Bil Lewis dressing up as Santa), it seems inevitable that this week's crouton poem be holiday-themed in some way. Last week was a premature year in review, so it's clear I'm doing this all bass ackwards. Who cares? I shoveled all day yesterday, so I'm lucky I can type. Thanks for reading.
One More Last Christmas Like This
Santa swings down
in moonlight sonata stealth,
too careful and slow
to save everyone
from this year's reckoning.
Not everyone can enter
Christmas, a collage of it's not
Christmas, a collage of it's not
you it's them excuses, each
followed by sardonic comments
which are not appreciated.
The holiday spirit is a super.
Pray for burning coal in your stocking
so we stay heated this winter.
Seven swans of salvation
can't compete with Amazon.
Every day is a labored day,
carols a litany of failed anthems.
Fear of death is a painting
Fear of death is a painting
we leave in the closet, logic
flows like water in an ice storm.
Losing the lottery in joy,
poets and bandits bond
under new two party system,
unite over mall shootings
(when the malls reopen)
and farm workers paid not to farm,
bless this new emotional landscape
to plant their own flags, host
reality show auditions
holding auditions for new trinity.
Meanwhile, phenomenal mother
keeps child close, away form
cameras, slows down both
their journeys of decay
to a slow breath of sleep.
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| Too many dropped calls. Damn impending weather! |
Special thanks to Bil Lewis, Nancy Dodson, Ed Gault, Janet Cormier, Dexter Roberts, Chris Robbins, Jan Rowe, C.C. Arshagra, James Van Looy, Black Byrd and Erik Tate.
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