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.
Megha Sood's feature made me be positive for once. I appreciate that. I hope you listen to her feature and preorder her newest collection.
I appreciate being slightly more positive to salute Megha's work and how she persevered with writing and sharing forums during the early days of the pandemic and beyond.
It's also silly, but that comes with merging unlikely images together.
If it makes me laugh, I'm good. It's what gets me through as a failed humorist.
Thanks for reading.
Let the Left Behind Leave Behind
We can live in the ocean,
water ballet for our supper,
boil lobster and special sauce
Let's exist dataless outside of
the newest denied plague,
our only tears from splashed
saltwater in our eyes.
Finally. our life will be a
romance novel that never
reaches it's third act destination.
Wild gay sea horses drag us
from every shore with obelisks
set up to draw us in and take up
drab robes while the villain
monologues to Randian lengths
before blowing his own bridge
while he's on it, but not with us.
No going back to where we
belong because we're here already.
The true path to kindness
dissolving behind us, no followers.
Special thanks to Ari Whipple, Ron Bremner, Nike Truth, Richard Spisak, Patricia Carragon, Jon Wesick, Jan Rowe, Mary Ann Honaker, Robert Fleming and James Van Looy.
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