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.
Wasn't expecting to be hosting this week's open mic, but host it I did. Some weird video issus. Jon Wesick's first piece got cut a little in the final product but thankfully can still be enjoyed. It also inspired this week's title.
It looks like Jason Wright will be next week's guest host with a feature to be announced.
A shortish one this week. Thanks for reading.
Before Breakfast
Could have become
one of those who count
dew drops under some
to be a friend or a Dad,
wall staring stone-faced.
Best years almost killed
you. So much burnt,
never want to play a
fiddle again. Almost gone,
forgotten, story sterilized
like a 70's cereal mascot.
Heartstrings play bass,
remind you you're alive,
not buried under roses
or waiting in line for a door
that won't slide open at
three in the morning. Now,
you want someone for
something besides warmth.
Music heard from open
window no longer goes
down like caltrops in
your drinking glass. Eat
some semi-healthy flakes,
let a breeze in, don't think
of churches with awnings
that keep the rain off.
Special thanks to Nancy Dodson, Jan Rowe, Bil Lewis, Patricia Carragon, Jackie Chou, Jon Wesick, Jon Wesick, Ethan Mackler and James Van Looy.

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