Dinosaur Memories

For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #135

wordle #135

And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #176

From Wikipedia

From Wikipedia

Dinosaur Memories

Desire to isolate, better yet to eradicate,
brontosaurus that emerged from murky puddle
at far corner of back forty in befuddled brain.

No end to migraine pain it elicits as it sluggishly
stomps through marshy acres of shadowy
no-man’s land I strongly want not to remember.

Small head atop long lanky neck that stretches
out so that mouth (filled with razor sharp teeth)
might reach silky soft leaves at tree tops.

Wonder if this slow race for survival between us
will ever end or if the last thing I’ll know will be
his ancient bad breath on back of my neck

strangely reminiscent of stale whiskey.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/17/13


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23 Responses to Dinosaur Memories

  1. You did well with this one. The wordle words sent me dulally!


  2. veronicabalfourpaul says:

    Brrr. This one was close on my heels, with a cold damp feeling!


  3. Mary says:

    Elizabeth, you made creative use of the wordle words. Your first stanza makes me think of memories that somehow emerge from the dark recesses of the brain unexpectedly sometime. And your last stanza makes me smile as I read the comparison between dinosaur breath & the smell of stale whiskey! (I do miss doing wordles sometime.)


  4. Super cool topic to use for the words. Good job.


  5. Sumana Roy says:

    nicely descriptive and amusing..


  6. Not something I would want to experience first hand!


  7. Sabra Bowers says:

    Great job, Elizabeth. You had me smiling at the end.


  8. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    I sincerely hope that his ancient bad breath is NOT the last thing you know!

    Whirling with Donald Hall


  9. jae rose says:

    Some monsters are hard to eliminate..whiskey however is flammable..a little match in the night and soon the jangling bones under the bed and in the cupboard can be turned to dust and swept away..not easy..but we hope we hope.. x


  10. Sreejit Poole says:

    All what goes on in that back forty of the befuddled brain! Really liked this. I often wonder when we’re going to join the dinosaurs as we’re maxing out our planet making it eventually uninhabitable for our own species…


  11. Very witty…’strangely reminiscent of stale whiskey.’ ~ Wise use of words.


  12. OH WOW, a wonderful write. And you were first again! Just the way I like it.


  13. have to be thankful that when I walk out the door I won’t encounter those dinosaurs! Otherwise, I would need some whiskey too!


  14. brian miller says:

    ha. nice…i like how you use the dinosaur but make it personal as well…the breathe and whisky there in the end…i am a sucker for dinosaurs…


  15. cool piece – what a fresh and original poem


  16. Gillena Cox says:

    luv those ‘dino’-memories; good write; have a nice Sunday

    much love…


  17. This is a good one! Dinosaurs! Who could have imagined?


  18. Sherry Marr says:

    It sounds like a monstrous headache! Chilly feeling, at the thought of his breath on one’s neck at the end.


  19. Elizabeth,
    I loved this rather supportive poem, with a near affection for these dinosaurs. Then the final verse…Oh my, a glass of whiskey might be required to ease the very possibility of an encounter!!!



  20. Old Egg says:

    You could make a rule that if he has been drinking he is to sleep in the spare room. This is a delightful and adventurous post.


  21. Daydreamer says:

    I never thought of it quite that way! I love looking at new perspectives!


  22. Such a different perspective…Loved this..


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