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...:)

[Deuces]

Had to read this one a few times. Your descriptions reach into the soul of your readers, including mine. A passionate, vulnerable tale of one who was repaired by the one who may have eventually caused even more damage. But the ride is all worth it, right? (Carpe Diem)

Another masterpiece.

[Frieda P]

You got it in one my friend! Carpe the hell of this diem, yep...thanks Cyn.

[Baby Ricochet]

There's a song titled "Deaf Dumb and Blind" by a band named "The Cocteau Twins." Their singer, a woman named Elizabeth Frazer (Most Famous for the song "Tear Drop" by the band Massive Attack. Tear Drop was the theme song to the TV series "House" which does have lyrics and they're sung by Elizabeth Frazier) back in the Cocteau twins early days her lyrical style was indecipherable. The Cocteau Twins were more about mood and atmosphere than words so she pretty much just mused and moaned everything in her incredibly beautiful siren of a voice. I love the Cocteau Twins and Deaf Dumb and Blind is a Master piece to me. It would be easy to tweak this poem and make it the lyrics to that song. Excellent write Frieda.

[Frieda P]

I'll have to check them out, I only know Massive Attack, thanks for the great review Mark.

[redflutterby]

Hmmm....I know this puppet master. Too well.... :-/

[Frieda P]

Not good my friend, not good. :(

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Wow, this is powerful; certainly a piece that needs to be read and re-read to get the full and complete picture. I love the idea of the "puppet master", because I have often felt as though I am not/have not been in control of my own destiny when it comes to love and desire. I find that I fall victim to things that I know will cause me pain, and yet I do it anyway. It's a problem. Your writing is beautiful, as always :)

[Frieda P]

Ha, join the I Never Learn Club, I've been president for years...thanks, glad you liked this one, and I hear you loud & clear.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I'm sure you'll promote me to second in command very soon...

[Frieda P]

Funny, you're not the first person that's said that...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Haha So I have competition!!! I shall have to step up my game, perhaps enact some sort of high school like election :)

[quinfinn]

frieda ...posies.....you have rendered quinfinn speechless......i am......still listening.

[Frieda P]

How is that even possible?!

[quinfinn]

not sure.....

[Frieda P]

I've been here for almost 6 months, I don't think I've ever heard you speechless huckleberry, you always have something to say!

[quinfinn]

you have taken my pulse with this one.....do you hear it?

[Frieda P]

Holy cats, I thought those were drums coming from the pub...you're too sweet quin. x

[Riley Bray]

Lovely poem, Frieda, I loved it very much. The only thing I wanted to inquire about is perhaps if you could add more space between the lines. You see, and i'm sure i'm not the only one, I suffer from chronic headaches and while reading when I have one, well, its not ideal. This poem created one, although small. It was not the content at all, but the font tilting as it is, (though beautiful), made it hard for me to discern one line from the next. (I read "facade your masterpiece directly upon stark mantel" at one point haha). Anyhow I like this very much, good job.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Riley, sorry didn't mean to give you a headache, I usually do that to myself too. :-)

[Riley Bray]

Bah, no need to apologize. :P I get headaches very easily and I suspect five hours now on this site probably wasn't helping the matter. :P

[Frieda P]

Ha that'll do it to ya! ;-P

[Riley Bray]

No kidding! xD

[Frieda P]

Pace yourself or you're head will blow! ;-P

[Riley Bray]

Haha yeah yeah yeah. I'll get off soon enough, maybe. :P Anyway yeah good poem haha.

[Rita L. Sev]

"When I asked if I was pretty enough yet, your response added putty to my head..." Frieda, there has to be a better expression than "You have a way with words"! It is a woman's trait to allow flattery to get the best of her. Love your clever phrases!

[Frieda P]

So pleased you enjoyed this one, wasn't sure where I was going with it, it kind of birthed itself this piece....thanks Rita!