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.
Thank you, Blackbyrd, for featuring this past Wednesday in your effort to raise fund for The Duley Cafe. If you're reading this, please click the previous link and donate to save this important venue for Boston.
My poem is short this week because my fuse is short this week. I'm hopefully(???) taking my second dose of COVID-19 vaccine today. I don't have patience for much, least of all my own writer's block. Loved the open mic and the energy. Have to do it again soon. Thanks for reading.
Dead of Night
Young bombshell who holds
cancer cures in your head,
that the 5 W's are meant
for someone else. Stick them
in your childhood chest,
wait to open in another
twenty years, or throw
them out when your eviction
forces you to leave everything
on the sidewalk. Your censors
street sweep every lost
question away. Learn the
joy of abandonment. Respark
missing memories via magnolias
in random window boxes.
Remember Mother's prayer
during your next siege
(they're planning it already).
Do a hot skillet dance
through their acidic raindrops.
So lucky to be so grim and
alone in the common, back to
fence, vision unbroken in dark,
your fantasy to take flight
and comfort someone else
soon to be fulfilled.
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| You'd think I'd try to improve my handwriting... |
Special thanks to Patricia Carragon, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Edward S .Gault, Ethan Mackler, Nancy Dodson, Joshua Corwin, Erik Tate, Carol Weston, James Van Looy and Blackbyrd.
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