Yippee-Yi-Ki-Yay
By GC SMITH
I'm a poet lariat
lassoing maverick words
branding them my own
Poetic form my quarter horse
I’d drive longhorn words
from dusty dictionaries:
I’d bunch ‘em up to strophs
Moving loose word confusion
to a tight trail herd of verse,
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 corral them all with rhyme
I'm a poet lariat
lassoing maverick words
branding them my own
Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
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