Puppeteer

These strings attached to me

I can't seem to break loose

My arms won't move

My legs won't run

Suspended in the air

I see these figures out in the distance

They roar and chant

Seeming to be singing

A rush of wind passes

I see another like me

They have strings attached to their arms and legs

Their face, bright with two rosy cheeks

Except for the smile

Painted on, seemingly fake

Only made of wood

Never to escape this cell of strings

The figures out there

Their noise is loud and treacherous

They seem to point and laugh

Yet I can't ever escape these strings attached

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand dear Nomo. I feel I lost control of my life. A long time ago. I had freedom. No debt and open road. Now I am locked-up in a life. I have learn to accept. Sometime you must cut the ropes and seek free water and the forest. Taste the fresh air and feel the freedom of nature kiss. I hope you are doing well and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Ghost/Gray]

Not being able to control your life, feeling like you are forced to do certain things. thats what i can understand.beautiful poem

[Aestheticsmechanic]

Simple to understand, but people reading this focus on the plight of the puppet. But, neglect the puppeteer who imprisons the puppet through MANIPULATION and CONTROL. This poem is about that relationship of control and manipulation by the puppeteer and the reaction of the puppet without judging the relationship, unless you identify the puppeteer and their relationship to the puppet

[John the Baptist]

The impression is that the speaker feels controlled and manipulated. The figures in the distance don't seem to be pulling the strings, but they sure are enjoying the show. As the author's note indicates the poem was inspired by a book about addiction, my guess is that is the identity of the puppeteer.

[barleygirl]

As soon as I read the title word, there were a hundred ideas in my head & your poem satisfies all! I love that you don't take "Puppeteer" into a predictable direction . . . you make this an unexpected message, even tho it's very relatable. I love that you share in your author's note about the "addiction" connection, but I was thinking (as I read) about all the people "out there" who are being manipulated by all the various political forces -- the left, the right, the media, the money-mongers, on & on & on. Just go to Facebook & see all those who mock the crap swirling in our public discourse, but so few focus on the things & feelings that come from a more sincere & authentic place. It's sad how many people easily turn into puppets instead of thinking for themselves! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Sherri Moshman Paganos]

So hard in life to cut these strings. Though others seem to be more free ("they roar and chant,") most of us find it hard to break free. Enjoyed the poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

My wood has been slowly rotting for years...there are so many things that attribute to this...but the weather of life mostly...it erodes us from the time we are born...
we need the care of someone to treat us with love in order to restore us.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Nomo! :)
It seems you're a marionette. Its an interesting read. Thanks for sharing.

[wordman]

only you can kill the demon inside