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.
I also have a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
On Wednesday, I found out what fifty two looks like for a poetry series. Fifty two as an age doesn't automatically generate a lot of fan fare. Maybe fifty five will be the next big birthday. Still, it was a good gathering of our online faithfuls.
This poem touches on the not-quite-spring feeling of the last couple of weeks. Aside from that, I'm not sure what it's about. Not what I expected for an anniversary poem, but what the hell.
Thanks for reading.
Not Writing Again
Hate can bring a house
down around your hat.
Still, they call you back
Gave coat away again.
Can't help self. Like dog
chasing cabs, observing,
trying new approaches,
face bloody from hunt.
Dance through daisies,
while reading about
latest arrests. Hoping
for best like playing
cards with crocodile.
Put down more money
or a poodle in its mouth.
Mistake like getting
Michelangelo's David
to swim at the beach
Planets face off while
you pass failed gardens
water won't touch.
Even moles make
wide berth around.
Indivisible mist hides
house ahead while
mice set up tables
under your own.
Special thanks to Patricia Carragon, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Edward S. Gault,Nancy Dodson, Robert Fleming, Carol Weston, Bryan Franco, Ethan Mackler James Van Looy, C.C. Arshagra and Kathleen Hulser.
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