Yesterday began the National/Global Poetry Writing Month. The first challenge up for April 1 was to write a poem based on a secret pleasure or shame. Since I am a fairly open guy and it was also Easter, I waited until today to begin Na/GloPoWriMo.
Having no real secrets or shames, it turned my mind toward what might kind of, sort of fit within the prompt. Besides, as the readers of this blog know, there are on average two poems a day already.
All that being said…. I decided to write a poem on Cryptozoology in that it has always been an interest of mine. Sometimes, believing more than others. Sometimes, believing not at all. But. always finding the stories fascinating. A little bit of something to dream on, right?
Cryptid Curiosity by Michael Romani Sometimes a semi-secret sort of treasure One that pales sometimes in compare and measure Are the legends from today and before I was born Of such fantastical creatures such as the unicorn Having grown up around the world I have seen much But to make it short, I will lay to a hunch That my curiosity of such things began in my youth And a rarity seen in a Philippines gutter and truth It struck me very odd when I saw a two headed fish Or what appeared to be with heads on each side like a wish For thirty years, I wondered what this might be And it drove my interest in mysteries and biology Taking a look one day through a huge marine biology book I shifted through pages of diverse creatures until with a look I finally found the creature I had been convinced wasn't real There on the illustrated page was the real deal An artifice of mimicry that acted to give it protection And so revived became my bittersweet fascination It is not enough to say something doesn't exist Simply because you don't see it when it persists And truth be told, legends often hold grains of truth This lesson is one that I've learned well since youth So many times, animals were dismissed such gorilla and okapi That I believe it wrong not to think of possible mystery Even the truth of unicorns has some distinct possibility Just ask the oryx or consider the depth of the mighty sea And so there you have my not so secret or hidden pleasure The idea that there is more than meets the eye is my treasure Too doubt too much living in an age of hydrothermal vents Seems maybe odd when things exist stranger than minds invent We who have barely explored depths of the planet we live upon Seem very bold to me to not find mysteries to dream on (c) April 1, 2018 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved