Just in case you haven’t heard—Gregory Pincus is featuring 30 Poets in 30 Days over at his blog GottaBook during National Poetry Month again this year. Today, I’m the featured poet. I sent Gregory several poems from my unpublished collection titled Docile Fossil. He chose to post Dinosaur Dung, a humorous rhyming poem. I recommend you stop by for a visit at GottaBook and read all the previously unpublished poems written by many well-known poets. Here is a list of the authors whose poems have already been posted at GottaBook: Marilyn Singer, Janet Wong, Joseph Bruchac, Avis Harley, April Halprin Wayland, Graham Denton, George Ella Lyon, Tracie Vaughn Zimmer, Jaime Adoff, Susan Marie Swanson, and Douglas Florian.
Here are a few poems from my collection Docile Fossil that I posted previously at Wild Rose Reader. How Come? is a poem of address and Dragonfly and Pterodactyl’s Wish are mask poems.
What did you in,
You hairy hulk?
A teeny tiny
A miniscule bacterium?
Elephant is still extant…
Kinkajou and caribou…
Gnat and gnu are living, too.
How come you
Dead and gone?
T. Rex: A Glutton for Punishment
Oh! T. Rex was a greedy beast.Each and every day he’d feast
On steamy stegosaurus stew,
Toasted pterodactyl, two
Tons of brontosaurus steak
And slurp up nearly half a lake
With all its prehistoric fishes—
Which he considered most delicious.
No vegetarian dinosaur,
He ate his brother’s posterior.
Digestive track on overload,
And belly bulging, T. Rex strode.
He searched the forest, thunder-toed,
For allosaurus a la mode
With heaps of whipped triceratopping,
Which he gobbled up. Then flopping
Down beneath a tree to rest,
Groaned and moaned and beat his chest.
He had to pause and take a break
Because he had a tummy ache.
Long, long agobefore dinosaurs
roamed the land
I flew through prehistoric skies,
my glassy wings glistening in sunlight.
Long, long agoI printed my image
then melted into Earth’s memory.
Nowyou can see me
stenciled on the stony pages
I’m pterodactyl. I’m extinct.I’m just a fossil now…
A relic of Earth’s ancient past.
I wish that I knew how
To break these rocky bonds
Which keep me trapped in days of yore
So I could flap my stony wings
And fly again once more.
Wild Rose Reader National Poetry Month Posts with My Original Poems
MINNOW MUSIC: An Original Mask Poem (This post includes some of my other animal mask poems too.)