Puppets, a Villanelle. MAG

April 26, 2010
By rowdywordypiper BRONZE, Parker, Colorado
rowdywordypiper BRONZE, Parker, Colorado
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Puppets on puppeteers' strings
Compelled to perform on this cruel stage
Sever the ties, give us wings.

Limp and expressionless, we begin to sing,
Lines not our own, but written on a page.
Puppets on puppeteers' strings.

Words uttered from wooden lips tug on heartstrings
Wooden mouths hiding desperate rage
Sever the ties, give us wings.

One yank and we're doing handsprings
A dance choreographed by hands offstage
Puppets on puppeteers' strings.

On ropes like so many dead men we swing
Dead hearts in wooden ribcages
Sever the ties, give us wings.

Faceless gestures amounting to nothing
Noses growing, lies in birdcages.
Puppets on puppeteers' strings,
Sever the ties, give us wings.

The author's comments:
deep thinking! haha mostly just been thinking about this year, and how it's coming to an end, and soon i'll be out in the real world without ties, and all i can hope is that i grow wings before then.

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on Sep. 27 2012 at 4:37 pm
Sarah_Oso SILVER, Peachtree City, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.
(G. Brooks)

Wow. I've just discovered this website, and your poem is the first I have commented on. Wow, you have truly mastered the villanelle while adding such depth, profundity, and truth. It's beautiful.  


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