Puppet

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.

Silvered Tongue

Another poem which grew suddenly after I 'heard' the whispering...





Silvered Tongue - 15 Nov 09

Whispering
Caressing my ear
With her voice,
Playing with memories
That should be left alone

Maybe

A long forgotten door
Creaks open
And her light shines in,
I had forgotten the way
She could manipulate me

Untrue

The dreams she created
For me...and her...
Were only that,
No real substance
I didn't care

Liar

She knew the power
Of her words upon me
But still she spoke and whispered,
Little words controlling me
But I am immune now

Wrong

Like a puppet
I dance to her command
Smooth words uttered carelessly,
Pulling my strings
To make me move

Tears





I swear that some of my poems come from other lives - I have known several people who fit this poem in parts but none of them are in my current life