I'm sorry that I haven’t been posting much lately. I’ve been extremely busy taking care of my granddaughter Julia—who will be six months old on Monday. Although I’m really tired when I return home from my daughter’s on Thursday evenings, I so enjoy spending half the week with my first grandchild and watching her grow and change. She is now sitting up…and chewing on everything—including all the board books that I read to her.
I have also been busy doing revisions on my Things to Do poetry collection that will be published by Chronicle books. (I wrote about the sale of my manuscript here.)
I have two more manuscripts that I’ve gotten back to work on lately. One is a collection of animal mask poems about little creatures that live near us or are familiar to most children—including frogs, earthworms, butterflies, crickets, honeybees, termites, spiders, and snails. The other collection is tentatively titled Docile Fossil. It includes poems about extinct animals, fossils, the La Brea Tar Pits, the coelacanth—a fish that was thought to be extinct for millions of years—and the Loch Ness monster. I’m posting a poem today about the Petrified Forest that I wrote for the collection. I’m not sure it works—or that it belongs in Docile Fossil. I’d appreciate your thoughts on the poem.
Fossil Forest: A Poem about the Petrified Forest
This landscape of logs
Seems desolate, drear.
A coniferous forest
Once flourished right here—
A forest of trees
So lofty and high
The tips of their crowns
Touched clouds in the sky.
Fallen trees turned to quartz,
Became mineralized, hard—
(Not at all like the trees
That grow in your yard.)
Don’t knock on this wood…
On a trunk,
On a bough.
You just might break your hand—
It’s all petrified now.
The Petrified Forest (National Park Service website)
Photo courtesy of Moondigger/Wikipedia
Karissa has the Poetry Friday Roundup at The Iris Chronicles.
Over at Blue Rose Girls, I have a post about Occupy Writers that includes a poem written by Alice Walker titled The World We Want Is Us.