Giddy-Up

Ah, to write
to gather random thoughts
corral them
Giddy-up….whoa….style.
Chase down those tumble weeds,
itinerant thoughts
blown by the whimsical winds
of imagination
into ever unmanageable
clusters of confusion
straining at the painful restraints
of barbed wire freedom.
A delusional state of self imposed
unconscious conformity
ever alert for the “rustlers”
who would cut the wire
breech the delusion
change brands
claim victory.


John G. Lawless
©12/19/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Allen Avatar
January 1, 2022 at 5:38 PM
Kramer?
Wolf Avatar
December 19, 2021 at 6:15 PM
Here's a yippie - ay - yippie - ay - yippie - ay - ey for this one, Tex. ~ Old Cowhand
Lawless Avatar
December 20, 2021 at 6:13 AM
Hey, after frolicking with a 5 year old grandson the muse reverts to a simpler time when becoming a cowboy was a dream.
Logan Avatar
December 19, 2021 at 6:32 AM
It's best to keep those fences mended so rustlers don't make off with your steers, or anything else they might have a hankering to take. Loved your lines, John.
Lawless Avatar
December 20, 2021 at 6:14 AM
Yup,, mending fences while singing...."Don't fence me in". AH, the irony of it all.....
Rodrigues Avatar
December 19, 2021 at 5:31 AM
A fun write, John! Chase down those tumbleweeds!
Lawless Avatar
December 19, 2021 at 6:05 AM
Yeah, Kim, you should see my muse in chaps and a cowboy hat....
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