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Monday, May 27, 2013

Change up

Breakin' Loose
By GC SMITH

Wha?

Change my poetry?

Think?

Do sumptin’ different?

Ol’ stuck
in the
lowcountry
pluff mud
me?

Gotta be kiddin’.

Not write
of estuaries,
of shrimp,
of crabs
of fishin’ poles
an’
of Boston Whalers.

Not write about
blue skies,
hurricanes,
nature’s treachery,
green marsh grasses,
tall pine trees,
mistletoe way up there,
live oaks,
resurrection fern
an’
SC palmettos.

Not write of
of wood storks,
of hawks an’ eagles,
of ibis,
of heron an’ egret
of painted bunting
an’ of
Carolina wren.

Not write
Of Gullah-Geechee ways,
of Frogmore stews,
of Oyster roasts
of Seafood gumbo,
of Savannah red rice
and
of the
laid back life.

Hell no. I can’t
change.

’cause
I’m mired in
Lowcountry lore
not to mention
quatrains
and
iambic pentameter
and
lettered rhyme schemes
and
all sorts of
crap
like that.

I don’t know
how
to break
the mold;
to do
neato
new stuff
like
free verse
with
jarring enjambment,
loose structure,
whoopsy-daisy
rhyme schemes
or no rhyme at all;
with
all the
accompanying
unfettering
of the
muse
that goes with loose.

I think
it may
be
too much
for
me.

Nope,
I don’t
know how
to break free,
no,no
not me.

but
then again,
maybe
just maybe
I managed
to do
just that.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Yum


Menu if You’re Feelin’ Neglected
by GC

Get yourself
some
comfort food
meatloaf, gravy
mashed potatos

Get yourself
some
comfort food
shrimp and grits
in demiglace

Get yourself
some
comfort food
pasta fazoole, crusty bread
good red wine
 
Get yourself
some
comfort food
rich buttery
pound cake

Get yourself
some
comfort food
bananna split
with a cherry

Got yourself
some
comfort food?
indulge, 
get comfortable.

Don’t get on a scale