Stone Soup Croutons, 2-28-24: The Late Divide

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.

 

Did the all-open mic on Wednesday. I even had some laughs. Here's proof. 

 

It was a moment of levity to  a week of losing. Sometimes people try to see a point in losing. sometimes there isn't any. Sometimes you're losing so someone else in your circle can win. Sometimes the only point to losing is that  you lost. The only thing you can do is go on. Why? It impress someone, I guess, seeing a loser press on. Not me.

Anyway, here's a poem that I'm sure has nothing to do with the above sentiment.

Thanks for reading.

The Late Divide

 

Animals are taking jobs

humans no longer want.

Surround yourself in
fake snow when you're
alone. You will finally
hear yourself while they

demand you reenact 

the chariot race scene

from Ben-Hur. Now this

loneliness is a mountain

to achieve, right next to

cleanliness. You've earned 

the right to wish someone

was here. Now animals
demand  you choose a side.

Why can't they be more 

like their food? See a plum,

take a plum is a motto

that keeps you well fed 

and friendless. Dine and 

dash your way to total
forgiveness by your paid
paid pews. Love is still
the most powerful thing. 

Somehow.

 

Special thanks to Jon Wesick, Ken Johnson, Bil Lewis, Bryan Franco, Robert Fleming, Richard Spisak and Jason Wright.