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

[Taja B.]

This is quite good! I really enjoyed the metaphor of someone who reduced himself into a person without emotions, or someone who isn't aware of who they're really are, due to certain events he or she went through. Plus, it's quite thought provoking, and it's relatable.

Thanks for sharing.^-^

[Jenny Davis]

This is great on so many levels...first you get inside Pinnochio's head, then it is only to get into your own head, till finally the reader is in your head as well....Just going through the motions everyday, is this REALLY living? You have posed a great question and created something I think we all can relate to, nice one :)

[George Love]

incredible work. Very expressive and the point came across without the note at the end. Excellent work.

[Tenten]

right now this one hits me hard, the being trapped inside and feeling strange because you know its you but it doesn't feel like who you are. matches me right now. one of you best, honest works. the Pinocchio comparison helps it relate to all variations of thought and emotions. this one is meaning.