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Monday, February 4, 2008

A poet Lariat

Yippee-Yi-Ki-Yay
By GC SMITH

I’d love to be a poet lariat
I’d lasso maverick words
I’d brand them as my own

I'd move loose word confusion
to a tight trail herd of verse,
poetic form my quarter horse

I’d drive longhorn words
from dusty dictionaries:
I’d bunch ‘em up to strophs

Stray words would not cut loose
I’d push my herd with rhythm
I’d drive them home with meter

No free verse would stampede
words driven on my roundup,
I’d corrall them all with rhyme

I’d love to be a poet lariat
I’d lasso maverick words
I’d brand them as my own

3 comments:

Sharon Hurlbut said...

I love this, Jerry! I think you are a poet lariat.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Sharon. It's just a little fun piece.

GC SMITH said...

OOps, not that guy Anonymous. It was me, Jerry