Stone Soup Croutons, 4-9-25: There Must Be a Better Place

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.

 

Don Kingfisher Campbell came through with a wonderful feature just when I thought we weren't going to have one. I appreciate the save. The feature is good to listen to once you get past my voice.

 

I'm not a hundred percent back by any means. Let's get to the poem so I can rest.

Thanks for reading.

There Must Be a Better Place

For some, utter calm

is only achieved by 

by constantly being

able to hear their own

voice, saying goodbye 

to the dying and tell 

them to dream of 

technicolored beaches

where the relics and 

unwanted relive the

past Gatsby style but

with less witnessed 

murder while ghosts

lightly graze the grass

as their poems place

their cat-footed fog 

prints on it and songs

are stolen back and 

the old want to take 

from the dead but can't

so instead say hands 

off their souls and wait

to win before ascending.

 

 

Special thanks to Bryan Franco, Ron Bremner, Bil Lewis, Robert Fleming, Edward S. Gault, Richard Spisak, Jon Wesick, Mary Ann Honaker and special feature Don Kingfisher Campbell.