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

[Jack]

What a wonderful story that unfolds from you words. I like the imagrey and the sense of searching.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I have not read your work before.. and it is too bad for me , this is really a deep and emotional poem..
I know what you mean by feeling trapped inside yourself..
The poem is wonderful h.a.m.
I like the last verse.. .. says much.

Chloe
xoxo

[Snow White Queen]

Very well written. I identify with this, the being trapped and not feeling like who you see is really you, but knowing that it is. This was great. ♥

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Mmm, this poem is really amazing and wonderfully written. Great job!!!

Heather

[rickROSS]

Wow! This is really great. But you kinda' overused the word now a little too much. But besides that it was great! You basically described yourself of being like Pinocchio. It was brilliant! I loved it!

[Kat Williams]

I've read it three times and each time I found something new. So many ways of interpreting each line, each stanza. Finding you where u are. Almost felt it was two possibly three different poems, so many emotions and thoughts. Love this

[Robert Luna]

Feeling trapped in a never ending loop of doubt and searching for answers that may never come. Your connection with these words is surreal and can be felt that you yourself in some how entangled among them. Feeling as if you aren't quite the person you thought you should be or could be. The strength of your character though is also there. If it wasn't than you would have never wonder or worried about such things. This was written great and gave me some thoughts for the day.

Well Done!!!!!!

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

Hey this is wonderful....I love the way you the poem has Pinocchio in it...the wooden toy turned real. An excellant way to portray your writing. Brilliantlly done.

[Gary H]

The last stanza really gives something to think about - existence. Do we exist to earn a dollar or do we exist for each other - to grow, love one another and be at one with the world?
I feel this asks some probing questions of the reader, and even though you are alluding yourself to be like the wooden man, I wonder how everyone reading this can relate and find themselves agreeing. If we could all escape the confines of the box each of us are in, we would be free, yet unlike Mr. Pinocchio we have more strings attached to us and are not as free as him........interesting debate I'm having with myself!
Nice work, well set out and opens the readers mind.