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 a book out now collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
It was an all open mic night this past Wednesday. A quieter end than I anticipated. It is what it is.
The open mic is not to blame. They kept me going. Even if it wasn't a short open mic,
I think this poem would be intentionally short. I have so much to do. Not enough nearly done.
Appropriate that this is a spring poem, as any other season seems better than the one we're in now. Thanks for reading..
Seasonal Draft
Dog days refuse to turn names around
and chance much needed divinity.
Declarations that you live too ambitious.
A time before Spring disappointed, before
as child you drew jagged lightning lines
in the ground, partners drafted like soldiers,
first honeymoon a beachfront by blue moon,
blood for oil to fuel romantic starlight drive.
Spring is already back, and Spring is pissed.
Don't be caught in the streets without love.
Where is your ballad, your blush face?
Buy clothes other people like. Make your
heart a beggar's bowl, fill it with season's
quota. Love is the drug in this new narco-
state. Time will come to shoot up your fill.
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| Glad to have you back, Jan and James! |
Special thanks to Patricia Carragon, Jan Rowe, Nancy Dodson, John Sturm, Bil Lewis, Chris Fitzgerald and James Van Looy.
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