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.
Wednesday from morning to afternoon was pretty miserable. I still managed to manage a Stone Soup all-open mic that night. And it only lasted for less than half an hour.
You'd think with only that and eight participants that I would be able to get a poem out early. Nope. I was busy all of Thursday and almost slept in this morning.
I was the anti-life of my own party. It's only fitting that the subject of this week's poem is from the point of view of a party crasher. I swear I'll have more life in me next week. Thanks for reading.
Crash
Elephant
in room
wonders
if he should
interrupt
What does
party train
run on?
Hard to
find colonel
in new army.
Declaration:
Everyone
independent.
Everyone
waits for
new signal.
clean the
White House
before
anyone
sets foot
again.
Anyone
serving
drinks?
Keep
flowing
so poets
don't
declare
new era
before
it's even
begun.
Special thanks to Bil Lewis, Jon Wesick, Ed Gault, Jan Rowe, Carol Weston, Patricia Carragon, Nancy Dodson and James Van Looy.
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