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.
Thank you Toni Rose for a wonderful feature this past Wednesday. Join me in paying tribute to Tony by contributing to her Cash App at $ToniRose143.
Poetry mixed with therapy (isn't it always?) got me to pen the poem below. It doesn't incorporate too many naughty bits from Toni's set, but I did crib some Kurt Vonnegut.
It's a poem calling for self care during the holidays. Self care is often the first thing out the window when we commence our holiday habits these days. But what if?
Se you after Thanksgiving. Thanks for reading.
Bundling Up for Discontent
Edwards again. Dead have more
Why kill anymore for the next three to
five months, unless you wanted to start
a religion, you as no-kidding messiah?
People refuse to find their dreams in
holy hucksters, no matter how many
mirrors they hang off their bodies.
holy hucksters, no matter how many
mirrors they hang off their bodies.
The autumn leaves dance for the hills
to mulch as the indoor picnics begin,
as the people stay in and strategize:
How can we convince people that we
are who we pretend to be? And have sex
often. All is salve when all words wound.
Let the cold stop our bleeding for a time.
Easier to eat pie that way. Spoons of cream
while spooning, pay for strong to shovel.
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| Some days you're too tired to write "Buddaphliii." |
Special thanks to Rita Rusty Rose, John Engstrom, Nancy Dodson, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Kathleen Hulser, C.C. Arshagra, Ethan Mackler, Navah The Buddaphliii, James Van Looy and special feature Toni Rose.
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