`Ragdoll Puppet`

 I know you're out there
I can feel it in the midnight rain
 a stranger in a raincoat
a face without a name
 
I see you standing on the corner
 from my window late at night
and when I look again
 you disappear into thin air
and fade out of my sight
 
 I feel connected like a puppet on a string
a ragdoll mystery breathing in the wind
 your aura caresses my very being
and once again a dead heart sings
 
I taste your sweet sweet essence
 savoring it in my soul
a strange and eerie presence
 suddenly takes control
  
 I see you in my dreams
we dance and stir the stars
 lovers so it seems
we already are
 
I feel as though I'm waiting
 for you to hear my call
amid a midnight misty rain
 from this puppet ragdoll
that I may know your name.
 
     yes,I know you're out there
 
 
 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Fran you really know how to bring out the dark side in us all with these chilling writes... you could put a book together of stories and poems to make a Ghoulish Halloween.

I taste your sweet sweet essence
savoring it in my soul
a strange and eerie presence
suddenly takes control

I really love that verse.

[♥SunkissAngel♥]

I love it very deep and true sometimes we do feel like puppets on strings i love it.. Very good.

[Shaunta R. Edwards]

very powerful, i absolutely love the rhyme scheme... my favorite line is, "we dance and stir the stars"

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Great winning piece, Fran. Congrats!

[Nicole]

wow...this is great

[Brokensoul]

very disarming and engaging write. It's a beauty indeed

[Becca*Type2012]

I really liked it. I liked how each stanza was a sentence. I also liked the refrence back to the bengining of the poem at the end. Nice.

[Krazy On The Outside]

I love this poem!
It's totally amazing.
These are my favorite lines " I feel connected like a puppet on a string
a ragdoll mystery breathing in the wind
your aura caresses my very being
and once again a dead heart sings"

[Miah]

OH SHI--- Damn that was awesome.. MORE MORE *claps claps* YOUR AWESOME! you give me goosey bumps ;-;

[Gandré]

this poem told me.... we women make myths and we get our balance after we close the door behind us...then the puppet is gone and the woman is everything what moves, flower shower floral stroll.

[Simone]

A very haunting poem, I truely love it. Great job and keep it up.