The Cloak of Bold

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I seek such simple pleasures:
stuffing stones in my pocket now and then,
or roaring at the neighbor’s dog
when he barks and scares me witless.
 
“Have you no dignity?”
my lover asks, cringing
when she sees my antics.
 
But this is urgent business,
I cannot let the moment pass:
I must jolt both dog and lover
into seeing one another
as more than common blood and bone.
 
It’s up to me, the poet,
to cut and scrape new meanings out of old,
or build bridges where only chasms yawned before.
 
For these reasons, these alone,
I cast off the cloak of Timid
and put on the cloak of Bold.

 
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

More Monday Poetry Train Revisited #137 here
 
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Posted on September 11, 2011, in Monday Poetry Train Revisited, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Ah, I love the concept of a “cloak of Bold.” Something we can all use.

  2. Wonderful, I loved this. A really nice use of the wordle words. 🙂

  3. Beautiful concept ingenious and arranged in a very subtle manner!!

  4. It’s up to me, the poet,
    to cut and scrape new meanings out of old.

    A superb description of a poet’s burden. I may print that out and tape it above my monitor.

  5. Wow i love this.

    It’s up to me, the poet,
    to cut and scrape new meanings out of old.

    beautifully worded

  6. Love it and you capture what’s like to be a poet. However, sometimes it pays to be quiet too. They won’t know what hit them 🙂

  7. Brilliant poem. I was immediately pulled in by your great title and held in thrall to the last word! I really, really like this.

  8. Loved this one…truly. The shelves of my home runneth over with stones from my pockets. I have small cairns built all over the place with them. Often, I find myself in your poetry. Barking at dogs, yup, do that, I caw at birds! Your exploration of that boldness of impulsivity makes me say, YES! Thank you, I will have my husband read your poem forthwith, so he can recognize that he is not the only lucky one to live with such a soul. 😉

  9. Wow. Beautiful. Powerful.

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