Stone soup,
Ever the lie of travellers,
Hungry on the wellbeaten paths
The nerve of pages to hold solid
Ever existing, read and reread
Cooked in community
The commas between puns and similies
The question marks at the end
Of each ingredient lesson
The innate message carried
Cradeled as lullabyes
In the early evening;[
Stone soup,
Who can eat that.
Only the sharp minded
Spinning myths to a community of strangers
Hungry for the generousity of a blessing
Maybe stone soup can be shared to understanding
Maybe stone soup can be eaten to satisfaction
© gillena cox 2026
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Mmmmm stone soup...it can sate our hunger if we desire undserstanding! Awesome poem, Gillena! Much love 💙
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"Stone soup" . . . "cooked in community": a satisfying meal for any traveler, but especially for its generosity of heart. You've served us up some today, Gillena. 💛🙌🙌
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Beautiful reflections on an old tale, Gillena.
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A playful yet insightful reflection - Jae
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I enjoyed your serving of stone soup, Gillena, a tongue in cheek rendition of an old story.
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I do remember that old story of cooking soup from a stone... good reminder.
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I like your take on the old story, I love the reolve of the last three lines.
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