Dog Thoughts on a Saturday Night
A mask poem–in which the poet becomes an animal or object and speaks from that perspective.
Instructions Before Leaving
Don’t taste them.
Don’t tear them.
Just try on and wear them.
Bonehead
Eli is out of control.
Hello, Tree, Says the Dog
An apostrophe poem, also called a poem of address.
May Day
James brought
Lacy and Chase.
Grace brought
Sadie and Payne.
Every dog learned to
shake, wait
and stay,
and then they all played games.
Veteran Dog to Cocky Puppy
Take the leash, Kid, take the ride.
Yep—it could be to the vet.
Or maybe waiting in the shade.
Or a romp on the beach.
Heck—it could be a ham bone
after heel-sit-stay.
I Have No
I have no rain inside my house,
no grass instead of rug,
no tiny living dinosaur,
no belching monster bug.
When Eli Turned Two
Before, as if he hadn’t heard,
my memo slowly fluttered down. The words
which bid him to obey
would float above his brain all day.
Young Dog Dashing ~ imitating a poem I love
Young Dog Dashing, how do you run
With Greyhound and Husky in the dust and the sun?
In circles and twisting around the trees
Gathering others for the widening game.
In Pollywog Park
One middle school kid,
talking cocky
commandeers the outdoor glider.
A gawky squirt
in a shirt that’s khaki
tries high five but he’s an outsider.