Sweet Marionette

Sweet Marionette

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

S trings play on the violin, the sweet marionette dances

W alking across the tiny stage she comes to life

E very evening as she puts on her show

E very eye is on her as she sings her sweet melodies

T onight she shines her magic to her audience

 

M arionette

A m I to you

R each out for my strings

I can fly without having wings

O n this stage you have set me

N ot sure where I stand at any given time

E venings you spend with me at your own leisure

T he violins play each night a different tune

T he stage becomes dark with despair

E ach time you leave me alone

 

© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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Sam
"T he stage becomes dark with despair

E ach time you leave me alone"

I like these two lines, they're sweet, its a shame they don't rhyme and climax the poem.


Posted 16 Years Ago


A great Acostic poem~ a form you have mastered quite well

Well DonE! for this contest my friend!~Fran

Posted 16 Years Ago


How sad she is when the show is over! She seems to love her existence as a simple marrionette. I think she loves the one who brings her to life. She seems to be more with him. It's almost spiritual in tone not knowing where she will be yet loving still who leads her. Nice!

Posted 16 Years Ago


I like it! I still has the whimsical feel that many of your acrostics do, but it has a hint of sadness, adding emotional depth. I like it a lot! :D Great write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


You just have a way with acrostic poems, Debileah! Another masterpiece! Thanks for sharing!

Posted 16 Years Ago


An acrostic poem is always a challenge and fun to write...good job

Posted 16 Years Ago


Well done and interesting style here. Very creative!

Posted 16 Years Ago


I like the way you divided the poem into two stanzas: the first about a true marionette and the second the metaphoric one.

Good going!

Sal

Posted 16 Years Ago


different from your usual, there's a hit of sadness, yet you can fly without wings gives this poem hope and joy.

I liked as usual good work.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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