Puppet Master

i melted, you restored me

melded the unhinged parts

taught me how to dance again

colored my view brightly in your inception, then

placed me high on a shelf to dry

there was a permeable crash into me

reanimated by your commanding broadsword

you painted my eyes cobalt blue, they were brown,

my lips a pout'y gothic black

when i asked if I was pretty enough yet

your response added putty to my head

painted strands of golden locks fell into my eyes

i couldn't see what had befallen my stare

when i moaned i was not comfortably real

you proceeded to start all over again

dipped your brush in silver molten pots

drew my lips closed, tracing my eyes wide open

then a design that took me to bed 

abiding pupils dilated wide shut

desecrated your creation, dipping repeatedly 

brush stokes the color of indignant ice water

my facade began to decay,

once your masterpiece was strung perfectly,

dangled directly upon stark mantel

aloft the burnt blue embers to be sculpted 

hung and perfectly molded, 

sparsely dressed and practicable

prepared and ready for aesthetic recesses 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"you painted my eyes cobalt blue, they were brown,
my lips a pout'y gothic black
when i asked if I was pretty enough yet
your response added putty to my head
painted strands of golden locks fell into my eyes
i couldn't see what had befallen my stare."
This is some good poetry dear Frieda . It is like you invent the whole concept of poetry in motion all over again.
Quality as usual...:)

[Frieda P]

Oh I'm flattered Sami, 'poetry in motion' what could be better than that? Doing the happy dance...Thanks so much :-)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...You are welcome...:)

[Frieda P]

Woo, Featured review ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...:)

[Veronica Chandler]

The images generated by this inspired piece are striking and beautiful; I am enamored by your writing style and the piece just danced of the the screen into my spirit with a life of it's own. Simply Beautiful!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

You seem to conjour the most elegant images in ones mind as your readers delve into your wording, well done, good read.

[Frieda P]

So thrilled you enjoyed this one, I kind of fancy it myself, was a different kind of write for me, thanks Thomas.

[Dream Weaver]

What can I say but...Flawless!!! Lovely work young lady...

[Frieda P]

Woo, don't think I ever got a 'flawless' before, doing the happy dance to your review Joe! :-)

[Dream Weaver]

I hope you're doing the flawless dance Frieda ;) and my pleasure...

[kublakhan27]

An unequivocal masterpiece...it blows my mind that you can churn out such incredible poetry even in times of turmoil, when I seem to struggle the most in getting my poetic tendencies in order...this quality of yours is the mark of a true poet though...wonderful work love :)

[Frieda P]

Okay this put a smile on my face, and you know why and what I'm going to say, thanks for glowing review my dear Steve! We'll talk later about it...;-P

[kublakhan27]

My pleasure Frieda ;P

[Frieda P]

Oh there you are, finalmente! ;-P

[kublakhan27]

Haha yeah, sorry about that, it was not my intention to disappear that long ;P

[Frieda P]

Feeling better?

[kublakhan27]

I sent you a message ;P

[Frieda P]

Okay will check, I'm multitasking here, can you tell I suck at it? ;-P

[kublakhan27]

Haha you're quicker than I am ;P

[Frieda P]

Ha anybody's quicker than you ;-P

[kublakhan27]

In most scenarios ;P

[Michael G.]

Some are masters and some are puppets. Some insist we change to fit their mold while others break molds. Some enjoy being turned into something they aren't. Why do we do that?
Solid write, as always.

[Frieda P]

Got me Mike, I can't figure it out for the life of me, thanks so much.

[Rhianne Ney]

Another great poem as always, Madame (:

[Frieda P]

Why thank you muchly Rhianne :-)

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome, Madam

[Emerald Seas]

Such a clever writing. Isn't it strange how someone is attracted to another, but then spends their entire relationship trying to change that person? I never understood that behavior.
Puppeteers... This is very clever indeed!

[Frieda P]

Ha exactly, human nature I guess, thanks Sera.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

might have been perfect for him...but not you...

you danced as his marionette...he pulled the strings...and you moved, but no of your own free will...and when he got the look he wanted...your real look was no longer there...eventually, no part of you was real and his...or really his.

[Frieda P]

You got it in one jacob, thanks so much.

[s y e]

Wow, you were right, this is kinda freaky hun. Very vivid imagery though and very well written, I love the structure of it and the wording.

"you painted my eyes cobalt blue, they were brown,
my lips a pout'y gothic black
when i asked if I was pretty enough yet"

Oooooft! Flip flops, girl! You are amazing, chicka! ;)

[Frieda P]

Ha, you thought I was pulling your leg eh? Thanks so much Sye, you know how much I love flip flops! :-P

[s y e]

Maybe I did ;-) HA! You lurve it ;-) xo

[KeeD]

This feels so real like being molded into perfection. Feels so vividly controlling. The ability to make the reader feel these emotions through poetry is difficult but you make it seem flawless Frieda.

[Frieda P]

What a sweet thing to say Kee, thanks so much hon!