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 week was an all-open mic due to the person I wanted to feature being out. It was fun.
It's so hard to do Crouton poems--or do anything poetry related--during the weekend. After years of writing during the week, my natural inclination is to turn off my writing brain.
It's hard enough to do the Crouton poem on Fridays. God I miss the old Monday routine.
Fun fact: Even after this poem is published, there are two Crouton poems I never got the chance to write. One, I believe, is from November. The other one is from even further back. Maybe I'll try to tackle these before the end of our anniversary month.
Be sure to be back next week for Black Byrd's feature.
Once again, it was the opening poem--this time from Mary Ann Honaker--that got me going. And she introduced me to a band I didn't know about. Much appreciated.
Sadly, the title wasn't influenced by a certain band but by a certain segment that used to air on the pre-Jon Stewart "Daily Show." I misremembered the title.
Godsmacked
into finding long lost
documents. New quest
to know who forced
Known family just a
portrait of faces that
melt in garbage fire's
center. Time to hire
private investigator.
Question all your fake
parents' former servants
before your own winter
arrives and trail to truth
grows even stone colder.
New slum lord will throw
out their pictures, impound
car left in old parking spot.
Cows come home to stay
until next summer trip.
Special thanks to Mary Ann Honaker, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Richard Spisak, Jon Wesick, Robert Fleming and James Van Looy.
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