Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions selected 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.
David Miller read in person for Stone Soup on Wednesday. Despite lighting issues, we even have video of it. A small gathering that yielded great poems from his set. Because of David succinct selection and the small open mic, this week's entry might be a record for shortest crouton poem. That's okay. I'll write more later. Thanks for reading.
This is Life, You Admit
Cracked tree competes
Your choices are
being thrown to cold
or staying dry in city.
Very soon, skin and
bones make armistice.
Both agree you've
stood enough, start
race to ground.
Relatives will claim
you have estate now.
Sign here. Ask why
later. This might be
only proof you lived.
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| Quick but sweet. |
Special thanks to James Carew, Nancy Dodson, Chris Fitzgerald, Carol Weston, James Van Looy and David P. Miller.
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