Poor Little Poem
This poem’s not feeling very bold
In fact it feels a little cold
Its edges have begun to fold
Its ink is fading, truth be told
The muse has hassled and cajoled
But its ideas seem worn and old
Unrolled
Paroled
Retold
And unsold
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Poor Little Poem
This poem’s not feeling very bold
In fact it feels a little cold
Its edges have begun to fold
Its ink is fading, truth be told
The muse has hassled and cajoled
But its ideas seem worn and old
Unrolled
Paroled
Retold
And unsold
–
NaPoWriMo Day twenty four – ekphrastic poem based on Medieval marginalia

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A Bold Poem
This poem will not be marginalized
Pushed aside by lions with violins
Cats playing bagpipes or rabbits with knives
It will not become some colored squiggle
Along the edges of a page
This poem is BOLD and brave
Its words SHOUT and wave for attention
For a proper introduction, adulation
Each sentence marches across the page
Following the one before, confidently,
From corner to corner, leaving no room for
Naves and scoundrels
It’s all about WALLS in the Garden today
Wide Open
some might build walls
for protection
for isolation
for immunity
after their hearts have
been broken
keeping other hearts out
fearing more damage
but I will keep my heart open
to life as it comes
each bruise or tear
making it smater, stronger –
bolder