Puppet

Break my world like glass

Ice shattering to fall apart

At the seams

Poor tortured puppet

Pulled from his strings

Dance, they said

And he danced

Dis-jointed rather than smooth

Sit, they said

And he sat

Flopping down where dropped.

Then, they said, love

But love, he said

Could not be controlled by strings

And so they let him fall away,

And break

Broken body, broken heart.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

well, he was right to allow himself to be broken, because now he can mend

[An Ordinary Woman]

Love is like that, isn't it? It can't controlled by strings. you covered it, nailed it. very nice writing from a wonderful poet.