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, Tzynya Pinchback, for an amazing feature. I learned and/or relearned a lot about Tznya, her background, and her friends. I loved the work. I enjoyed the poet who would become next week's feature. I loved the how the color red flowed through multiple pieces. Did any of that come out in the poem below? I sure hope so.
I was able to write and finish this before Friday morning. I owed it to myself to not rush for a change. I hope it shows a little. Can't wait to write more. Thanks for reading.
Date Night
Godot makes them wait,
refuses to fill his boots,
would rather fill himself
Leave the stragglers to stand
until the polar bears are forced
to hunt away from their waters.
in search for a new home.
Let them pick posies
for their supper in lieu
of all the heavy petaled roses
set aside for this weekend's
running of the unrequited,
hopelessly hiding Trojans
inside their wooden sonnets.
May they migrate to New York,
graduate from roses
to candy apple nails
to the ruby slippers
of a master chef
who recalls the wisdom sage
of their real mother.
Remember whose house
this is before you are
uprooted like flooded
vegetables and run
inside water, drown before
you even get to become
the person who knew
the person. Find a good
partner who can fend
the floods away with
the power of their name
written in blackening blood
all over the moon-knocked door.
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| So excited my handwriting mauled zaji's name. |
Special thanks to Jon Wesick, Carol Weston, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Rusty Rose, Ethan Mackler, Mark Lipman, Chris Fitzgerald, zaji, James Van Looy, Gloria Monaghan, and Tznya Pinchback.
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