Stone Soup Croutons, 1-8-25: In Waiting

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.

This past Wednesday, Stone Soup returned with an all open mic. It was great to be back and reunite with everyone.

 

Let's do this again next week when Jennifer Martelli is our first feature of the year.

 

I have house maintenance to look over today. Here is another fitting poem for January.

Thanks for reading.

In Waiting

Viper makes intentions

know to anyone forced

to be around its nest. 

Light wind says Call

me Zephyr, name in
end letter as end times

start shift. Growing

anything is postponed
until sentences lift.

Monsters refuse sleep,

afraid their food will

disappear in morning. 

 

While class in session,

words are weighted

for chucking at teacher.

 

Wonderland concedes

to Mad Hatter. Happy
Unbirthday. Back to the

beach where the sharks

forgive us for running

away the first time.

Donators rewarded with

painted horses wildly

trampling down workers

too lazy to split atoms 

during their lunch break.
The One True Joke all along

is that it's only funny when 

only They are laughing,

your silence the punch line.

 

 

That's right. We're all back.

Special thanks to Ricard Spisak,Ari Whipple, Edward S. Gault, Nike Truth, Jan Rowe, Robert Fleming, Rich  Boucher, Bil Lewis, Jeff Taylor and James Van Looy.