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.
Grief
A poem with a rhyme pattern of AAB, CCD, EEB, FFD.
Black / White
After talking with my friend who was snowed-in back east, I met a brilliantly white Akita at the dog park.
O the Wind Blows
A mask poem from the point of view of something that cannot speak.
God, Dog and Teddy
God came by early this morning on his rounds,
carrying his latte.
He saw you sleeping on your blanket.
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.
DETECTIVE DOG
Write a poem based on a selected noun.
If Our House Were on Fire, What Would I Take?
I would take you
just you …