The scaly fire-breathing lizards are everywhere
by living in my fertile imagination.
None are dancing the Tango on the top of the Empire State Building
or splashing small rowboats in the Loch Ness
or eating bean burritos at the local Taco Bell
or flying first class on United Airlines flight 356
None sing off tune under the orange harvest moon lying low on the earth’s horizon.
with iridescent wings framing a small wriggling green body
and claws the size of my father’s right arm.
People in the dilapidated Cordova Villa math class have no time to think or
to dream of a golden monster whose breath stinks of its last dinner of lamb.
only wearily trudge through the monotonous hours of class.
Drunk with my delight on the first soar through layers of vertical sheer vapors
catching handfuls of magical moon dust on zephyrs of fantastic ideas.
In glistening red, shimmering blue and vivid greens of dragon wings.
This was a creative writing assignment. Write a ‘Found Poem’ using the Golden Shovel method. The problem is I wanted to credit the original author, but I have no clue who it was or what the work was.
Ultimately, I am grateful that I did this assignment… because poetry to me is meh. This actually had me thinking that maybe I could compose something decent. Alas, poetry for me is going to be that hill I can’t quite get over … no matter how many times or styles I try.