A Poem about the Megalodon

I’ve already posted a number of poems from my unpublished collection titled Docile Fossil. Here’s another poem from that manuscript. I wrote it as a definition of the biggest prehistoric shark that ever lived—the Megalodon.

Megalodon: A Poetic Definition

Megalodon, Megalodon:

A giant-jawed phenomenon

Much bigger than a mastodon,

A predatory paragon,

A monster shark that preyed upon

Dolphins, whales…a beast of brawn—

The mightiest biter of the deep

Who’s gone to his eternal sleep.

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Tabatha has the Poetry Friday Roundup at The Opposite of Indifference.

MARSHMALLOW CHICKS: A Poem for Easter

Here is my poetry selection for the Friday before Easter. It’s about PEEPS©--which I used to love to eat when I was a little kid.

MARSHMALLOW CHICKS

By Elaine Magliaro

I hear them peeping

in their package,

beseeching:

Eat me!

Eat me!

I break open

their plastic shell,

hold soft hatchlings

in my hands.

One by one

I savor

a chattering of chicks,

chubby marshmallow chicks

coated with colored sugar.

I lick their bright yellow down

from my fingertips.

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You’ll find the Poetry Friday Roundup over at Life on the Deckle Edge.

Things to Do If You Are a Mole: An Original List Poem

 

I had hoped to post earlier today—but I’ve been having problems connecting to the Internet. It can be very frustrating when one spends as much time as I do at the computer most days.

For this second Friday of National Poetry Month, I have a “things to do” list poem for you.

THINGS TO DO IF YOU ARE A MOLE

Make your home

in the damp darkness

underground

unknowing of snow

and stars

and summer breezes.

Live among roots

and rocks

and sleeping cicadas.

Excavate tunnels

in the moist brown earth.

Listen for the soft music

of seeds sprouting,

worms wiggling,

rain pattering on your grassy roof.

Spend your days in a world

of unending night.

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Here are links to other poems that I’ve posted to celebrate National Poetry Month:

SKY:An Original Acrostic

What a Pit-ty!: An Original Mask Poem

DAMSELFLY: An Original Poem

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Michelle has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Today’s Little Ditty.

 

DAMSELFLY: An Original Poem

Here’s another poem from my unpublished collection Docile Fossil. It’s a mask poem in which I speak in the voice of a fossilized damselfly.

Damselfly

I was trapped in time!

Enrobed in sticky resin

that hardened over the ages.

Now you see me

preserved in amber--

a perfect specimen

of the me I was

millions of years ago.

Here I will remain forever

a prisoner of the past,

my wings outspread

in a semi-precious sky.

What a Pit-ty!: An Original Mask Poem

Several years ago, I embarked upon a new poetry project. I decided to write poems about fossils, dinosaurs, and other extinct animals. I spent a lot of time doing research on a number of animals—including the woolly mammoth, pterodactyl, dodo bird, Beelzebufo ampinga, megalodon, Euoplocephalus, megatherium—as well as a couple of places—the Petrified Forest and the La Brea Tar Pits. I’m kind of a science nerd—so doing the research was fun for me.

I’m offering one of my poems about the La Lrea Tar Pits from that unpublished collection titled Docile Fossil for this first Poetry Friday in National Poetry Month.

What a Pit-ty!

I’m a…

Boiling pool of gummy goo,

Bubbling pond of asphalt brew,

Black and icky pit of pitch

Not concocted by a witch.

One of my intriguing features:

The horde of hapless Ice Age creatures

That stepped into my greasy guck,

Got trapped and were forever stuck.

Horses, smilodons, and camels,

Woolly mammoths, other mammals,

Birds and mollusks…insects, too,

Stumbled into my sticky stew.

Once engulfed in my thick sludge

The helpless creatures couldn’t budge.

Now here they lie entombed in tar--

And here, preserved, their fossils are.

Find out more about the La Brea Tar Pits by clicking here.

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Amy Ludwig VanDerwater has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Poem Farm.

SKY: An Original Acrostic

I’ve been away from blogging at Wild Rose Reader for far too long. There have been many changes that took place in my life during the past few years. My attention has been diverted elsewhere. I haven’t even been writing much poetry. I’ve got to get my creative juices flowing once again.

For the first day of National Poetry Month, I thought I’d post the poem SKY from an unpublished poetry collection I wrote a few years ago titled Spring into Words: A Season in Acrostics.

Suddenly Earth’s blue dome springs to life, catches careening 

Kites, fills with the face of a smiling sun, the music of

Young songbirds and geese honking homeward.