The Puppeteer~

Pluck

Pluck

Nimble fingers

Nimble mind

Twirling hearts, her gift refined

One boy

Counts as toy

One girl

Steal her pearl

Three steps to the right

She spins their threads

Deep and tight

One step to the left

Purse the lips

Deny it’s theft

Accumulating human dolls

Love and hate intertwined

Gift a kiss

Take their mind

Once it dulls

Wave, bye bye

 

Cut

Cut

Strings in heaps

You tube giggles

While they weep

Distraction

Attraction

Emotions in abstraction

Little puppeteer, so young

Doesn’t realize what she’s done

Accumulating karmic debt

For the blond, the red head

The brunette

Left in stains

A soft refrain

A heap of broken dolls

Detained

Her allure a tightening chain

 

Pluck

Pluck

Nimble fingers

Nimble mind

Sweeping puppets to the side

Where I will bend and pick them up

Into my cradle

Patch them up

As best I can

As best they will

Incline to heal

In my surreal

Underland of fairy tales

Where I planted roses fair

For them before they even knew

The puppeteer would wound them so

For it is I who made her so

Young myself

How could I know

That plucking buds with such uncare

Would travel to the girl so fair

Imprint into her ways and then

She could easily dismember them

 

Cut

Cut

My strings in heaps

To mend the dolls with my own seal

For karmic is as karmic does

We pay the debt, as is deemed just

On the loom

My fingers nimble

My tiny heart blooms in a thimble

Fixing

Mending

Tiny ropes

Every knot I tie

With hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~a subtle~loving message for one who needs it~

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

It reads like a careful warning and reminder to a woman/female dear to you. So little caring and lack of understanding for what she does as you stand by, watching, helpless. Doing what little you can with hope she mends her ways. With your usual flare of course :-P

[Reese38]

Your grasp of poetic meter is exceptional. I've noticed, in every composition you write there is a well defined rhythm that makes punctuation obsolete and unnecessary. That's a rare perceptive capacity to possess. Your intuition when it comes to emotional effect through writing is honed to perfection.
You are more than human, now I'm sure. (:

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

so many girls, so many boys

[LilyT]

Sweet Selene, always picking up after your children.

Cut
Cut
My strings in heaps
To mend the dolls with my own seal
For karmic is as karmic does
We pay the debt, as is deemed just
On the loom
My fingers nimble
My tiny heart blooms in a thimble
Fixing
Mending
Tiny ropes
Every knot I tie
With hope






Very much an unfairy tale told in your classic, rhythmic, and unique style. What a mind you have. Perceptive, engaging you.

[.......]

such a fun write, I enjoyed this piece Selene.
You are a wonderful writer.

[Larry Dyson]

love this turn of phrase...
"My tiny heart blooms in a thimble
Fixing
Mending
Tiny ropes
Every knot I tie
With hope"