Mr. Pinocchio (The Wooden Man)

Pinocchio grows up ...sorta.

 

Mr. Pinocchio (The Wooden Man)

 

I can’t...

 

Listen to my story

Unfold

A tale better than your best

Rolled gold.

Not twisted

It’s the facts that matters.

It’s just about a wooden boy

that grew into

A wooden man.

 

Logic still locked to that

Of a child

Still mild

He couldn’t even amp up his smile.

 

Pantomiming emotions he can’t feel

Wondering

“Is any of it real?”

 

Look away now.

Don’t try to smile now.

I know derelicts are funny

but he’s bummy now.

 

He’s wishing hard now.

Can you believe it ya’ll?

A spirit

Trapped inside a wooden

Box now.

 

For what it’s worth...

 

I heard him curse

the other day.

Mentioned Geppetto

and some other folks around the way.

 

A life with no strings

He could do anything

He just couldn’t feel

The joy

That this life brings.

 

Immature in his youth he

Could waste it away

Trying to find a blue fairy

To make his life real

 

With meaning.

 

Yeah it was cool at first...

 

Like a car with no gas

Going fast

down hill.

 

Look away now

Don’t try to smile now

I know derilicts are funny

But he’s bummy now.

 

It’s not comatose.

Just one dull

Contusion.

Animated wood.

No strings.

Still amusing.

 

But sad.

 

A wooden man that

Can’t cry

Can’t feel happines

Enjoy sex

Or love

Just die.

 

I wonder ...

If he knows what death

Is.

Would he wait for later

Or try to be kindling?

 

I still haven’t scratched the surface yet.

 

Movements in staccato

Or at rest.

Nothing is done with fervor.

No life.

 

So I wonder...

Even if this living wood is

Alive and animated...

Does it have a soul?

Can it relate?

 

I looked into painted on eyes

And I saw

A picture of me

Clawing to get out.

 

Look away now

Don’t try to smile now

I know the derilicts funny

But he’s bummy now

 

Life is the mystery

For the person

Who needs to stay

busy.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Really ...sometimes I just feel like I'm trapped inside myself.

Reviews

[Ruby Moon]

mmm...this piece has so many meanings
but the thing that stike me the most is that it is also full of paradox
he is hurting and amused and sad but ye he can feel nothing, just blandness
but to feel blandness he have to feel emotions sometime before to know that it is bland
do i make any sense at all? (nvm...i confused myself sometimes)

it is also repeative...
maybe because life is repeative that it becomes bland?

"So I wonder
Even if this living wood is
Alive and animated.
Does it have a soul?
Can it relate?"
maybe that is how humans are...
alive and animated on the outside but yet so dead on the inside

good job raising questions...hope i understood some of what you are trying to say

[Theta S. T.]

Nice, this one reminds me of the "Can I be me?" the one you wrote a while back but that one was more about your avitar and this is more soul searching. I like this piece Pinocchio was a great way to express the feeling of being trapped with in yourself

~~Theta

[Theta S. T.]

Nice, this one reminds me of the "Can I be me?" the one you wrote a while back but that one was more about your avitar and this is more soul searching. I like this piece Pinocchio was a great way to express the feeling of being trapped with in yourself

~~Theta

[Joseph - Michael]

Hey, you're not alone on feeling the trap like that.

Anyway, this is really quite impressive on how you used "Pinocchio" and twisted it all up toward to his later years like that. I seriously enjoyed that very much so and I'm taking it to put it under my favorite...

[Diana Owen Busy with Li..]

some times we all feel trapped inside own selves. It is the monotonous lives we life Get up go to work, come home go to bed and start all over again... this is a great poem... keep up the good work.

[TL Boehm]

We all have strings attached - its just that some of us lie about it. You affirmed it with depth. looking into painted eyes and seeing yourself clawing to get out, that was very powerful writing. Well done.

[Lydia Shutter]

'But sad
A wooden man that
Can't cry
Can't feel happines
Enjoy sex
Or love
Just die.
�the blandeness. '

Comparing your life to Pinocchio's.....astonishing work here, HAM! The wooden boy longs to be let free...to feel...to walk with friends and have a lover. Incredible introspection! We all long to be let out....and we are the only ones who can unlock the door. When I have the time to read your work, I am never disappointed! Lydia

[Chiquita]

I am trapped inside of myself and a life that I thought I wanted a long time ago. Actually, the life I thought I wanted is still desired. It just is not what I ended up with. I am inside of the jumbled mess and will find my way out.

At times I would love to be a wooden figure. Other times I am sure that I am nothing more than wood.

Cool write.

[James Mayfield]

I loved the imagery and metaphor of this. The mind trapped in a wooden box long before the body is. This is a very thought provoking piece. Well done and thank you for sharing it with me.

[Dead Angel]

wow! how creative and emotional. we all feel trapped inside and could relate to this poem. very well done! :)

[Just Manoosh]

Who doesn''t feel trapped inside themselves is what I want to know? This piece is excellent honey, a old story that transcends time, a fairy story that describes modern day man. Very well written my friend, clever sod! Mx