Sunday, October 7, 2012

Fool's Pledge

I've burnt my bridges and no longer care
For feathers, that others
Deem, are not my own.

Jesting my way
With hammed brittle scripts
I'm fed up with the texture
Of motley and cap
And have broken my arrows of wit.

I'll no more now wait
With sermons or lore
For lovers or old men
In a world that is crazy as bats.

Damned be this farce,
And a plague on you all!

The fool's now a knave and gladly would go
In times that are tossed to and fro.

19 comments:

Green Speck said...

Very well described !!!

Jack said...

Ah! The role of the jester as a truth-teller, perhaps? The fellow going from licensed fool to just feeling plain foolish for giving lessons to un-teachable folk.

As always, superbly written. Poets could learn a lot from reading your site.

Daydreamertoo said...

Lessons learned. Painful sometimes too eh.

nissa_loves_cats said...

I liked it. I'm not sure my cats did, though.

Grace said...

Never believed those fools, their will is weak and would toss to and fro ~

Have a good weekend Abin ~

Mary said...

Powerfully written poem, Abin!

Daydreamertoo said...

Sometimes playing the part of fool or jester is the hardest thing to do in thw world, especially if you're not in the mood to make others laugh.
When you think about it in the olden days, these poor people lost their live if they failed to make their king or queen or, whomever they were charged to amuse, laugh. How sad.
Very good poem.

Libby Meador said...

I would your fool's wise wit made fewer fools and more wise men in the world.

Sabio Lantz said...

I'm not following. Is the fool pledging to stop being a fool? Did the fool pledge to ignore everyone's criticism of his foolishness?

Thanx for the hints ahead of time

Poet Laundry said...

Powerful emotion--I love your opening, got me right away.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the connection between feathers and arrows, motley and fools. There is passion behind these words - I know the speaker is filled with conviction.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Well penned, Abin. What a great pantry this week. I am agog.

Panchali said...

I have felt the restlesness but now I understand what it is.... Your writing is beautiful. Touched me, Abin

Kim Nelson said...

Liberation, at last! :-)
Because I am now 53, I've supposed this kind of realization and acceptance is a by-product of aging. But then I sometimes see others my age who have not discovered their own place. You make us consider the roles we play.
Like everything you post, this piece is honed and clear, lacking nothing, wasting naught.

Kimolisa said...

Very strong poem, well written.

Herotomost said...

I was thinking was this modern times or way back when...then it came to me..Its all times!!! Brilliant look at the status quo no matter what venue we live in. A very healthy social comment. Loved it.

Susie Clevenger said...

Freedom for what others think..that is such a crossroad in life. We waist too much of our lives on attempting to fit the mold others want us in...great write!!

Heaven said...

On second reading, still good Abin ~

Marian said...

this is really interesting... i do think we, or at least speaking for myself, i can definitely confess to being wary of burning bridges, even when they should be burnt, collapsed, buried, never crossed again. i like this, it makes me think and wonder. thank you!