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.
Charles Coe read on Wednesday to close out July. An amazing open mic went with it, which you should watch.
A lot of blue imagery came out of the reading. I think it helped this poem come out a little more positive. Coe's words certainly helped as well.
Thanks for reading.
Under a Dyed Blue Moon
Cat ladies plan
revolution during
early matinees,
drunk off power
Nurses take their
COVID bucks on
the road, stealing
back days that fell
like buckets, unseized.
It's time to give the
lost home addresses.
Can't sell out again
to billowing smoke
choosing new ruler.
Halloween horror
comes earlier each
year, old Pavlovian
dirge making us
break our own bowls.
Night is the color
azure, caregiver's
choice after being
denied punk colors
in high school.
The women take on
gangster code of
silence, tomatoes
saved for lean days,
not hurling, not yet.
Those who started
with Ruby Spears,
ended with George
Floyd, work to extract
lost lessons from past.
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| Not sure why I put Jon Wesick twice. |
Special thanks to Patricia Carragon, Richard Spisak, Mark States, Shannon O'Connor, Jan Rowe, Mary Ann Honaker, Bil Lewis, Mary Jennings, Angelo D'Amato, Robert Fleming, Jackie Oldham, Bob Reeves, Rich Boucher, Jon Wesick, Sari Krosinsky, Jon Wesick, James Van Looy and special feature Charles Coe.
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