Jason Wright’s Jagged Thoughts are a critical component to Oddball Magazine, but the online magazine is more than one feature deep. Chad Parenteau’s Stone Soup Poetry, a poetry / spoken word open mic night whose origins in the bay era date back a few decades, is another crucial piece of the Oddball puzzle. Stone Soup Poetry meets from 8 p.m. – 10 p.m. on Monday nights at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery, located at now at 541 Massachusetts Avenue in Central Square Cambridge, MA. The night consists of featured poets sharing their art, but all are welcomed to participate as there is also an open mic sign-up at 7:30 p.m.
With that in mind we at JP Lime Productions are happy to introduce Stone Soup Poetry to our readers. The following poem is from Stone Soup’s featured guest from this past Monday night, Boston area poet Didi Delgado, entitled ‘Seasons’. Enjoy.
People, places and things like to bloom.
Blossom and burgeon.
Bright colors, blue skies
High pitched laughter, worries on a school vacation hiatus.
I remember this time last year, we didn’t know so much.
I never knew why it is
only some mornings
you can hear the birds sing
Booms with bodies
boobs and heat.
Usually in summer, I’m in heat.
And yes ma’am,
Sometimes this thing is simply too hot to touch.
I run laboriously through scalding sun kissed sand dunes
Out of breath from the wondrous thrill of falling in love with you
Into the midsummer’s night dream of us.
Into all of…
I stopped underneath this tree last night.
The autumnal colors of its leaves
caught the moon’s steady handheld flashlight
Beaming down from some other galaxy.
The shift to this new color was foreign to me.
I wondered in awe which was the truer color
Forest pine or fire place burnt sienna
I wonder when I missed your chameleon color change too.
The funny thing about leaves falling from trees
is that you’ll never catch them falling
if you do not mimic the tree.
Only action we need to take
Is to grow.
When we’re not still
we run the risk of missing
smaller pieces that leave gaps in our puzzles.
I will try to start something and finish it.
I will not rush to the finish line to say “I got nowhere first.”
Make your own lines.
Draw a circle around yourself
and know that while the leaves are falling
you are still
That’s where you will find you are love.
Where you will find
you are enough.
Winters used to bother me.
That’s when choices need to be made.
I prefer spring.
I begin again.