In another change of mood from the recent poems, Muse has shown me this and requested that I post it here, today.
Puppet - 18 Mar 10
Whispering energy
Teasing thoughts
Running through my mind
Sitting behind the veil
She watches, pulls the strings
That make me dance
And walk me through
The pantomime,
She smiles
My thoughts
Trying to move beyond
The confines of my strings
She makes me
Strut, cavort, say stupid things
To entertain her
Because she is bored
Her previous toys
No longer interest
Or amuse...
I may be next
Can I move
Without my strings
Can I try
I often wonder where I find the inspiration for the poems I write, this poem is an example - I cannot find anything in my memory that could bring it out into daylight.
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Sometimes we feel like
ReplyDeletethe puppet other times the puppet master
and sometimes we feel totally unconnected.
Deep inside
dreams float
and ask us to be free
to show us
to our true wants and needs
and just maybe
she wants you to feel that way
so you will cut your strings
and fly
without being pulled..
hmmm
reverse psychology from your muse
you never know
I feel the same of my writing at times, wondering where my inspiration comes from.
ReplyDeleteWhen among different types of writers, perhaps I am a puppet to whom I'm with - I allow myself to be this, because I can learn at the same time.
Just an observation of myself, related to your poem, and I am glad @LunaJune gives a superb comment.