Music Critic (The Ocean’s Opinion)
This guy drags his drum set onto the sand
so that I have a front row seat …
Says the Seagull
Who are these people on my pier?
I sail above them, then fly near.
Tissue metaphor
An invasion…my body’s been taken over by the enemy!
Hello, I’m Buster and I’m a Chase-a-holic. Poetry Friday!
No matter how busy the street is,
how fast the squirrel is,
or how loudly my person screams,
once I started, I couldn’t stop.
Says the Tree in the Dog Park
I’m just a small tree
trying to be
healthy and green and alive.
O the Wind Blows
A mask poem from the point of view of something that cannot speak.
Dog Explorer Uses His Nose
Sniff, o, sniff—what glorious fumes
coats the world beyond these rooms?
Disciples at the Dog Park — what to cut?
In the dust of the park,
five dogs sit tightly around Tom,
who is standing,
holding a dried chicken chip,
as if it were a gold medallion.
Dog Thoughts on a Saturday Night
A mask poem–in which the poet becomes an animal or object and speaks from that perspective.
Morning Dog
This one’s a Mask poem, which means that it’s from the point of view of an animal or inanimate object.