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 collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
On Wednesday, Deborah Priestly read to a packed audience at the Assemblage Gallery. This was our last live show of 2022, with more to come in the new year. I am grateful to Duane Lucia for giving Stone Soup the space after being away for over two years.
Hopefully, next year, we'll have a better way to film our live shows with something besides my iPad.
Today's poem is quick. I need time to recover after every live show, and then I need to catch up on everything. I hate that I keep producing poetry that's almost like a dark side to the positivity on display, but that might be how I roll until the holidays are over.
Thanks for reading.
Bad Samaritan Advice
without tossing a counselor card
into their cup.
Sleeping in a pile of acorns
instead of outdoor concrete
Stop being the banana peel to own
pratfalls. Your open heart needs
a hotel lock box.
Pour peppermint on it to
ward off potential new lovers.
Dead leaves make good camouflage.
Arise with performance plan,
and a spa day in the sauna
to salt your future's soil.
Any kind of blackbird hovering
outside your daughter's window
is their ideal healthcare.
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| Carol and Nancy joined us by phone again. |
Special thanks to Bil Lewis, Chris Robbins, Ed Gault, Nancy Dodson, Carol Weston, Chris Fitzgerald, Trenyce Williams, James Van Looy and Deborah Priestly.
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