puppetry

puppetry

A Poem by Ed Hart


snipping the strings

that bind and dance

the child who crouches

in the cavern of my heart

is a weary task


our world

inflated with pretense

is not a place

                    but an idea

filled with longing


there's no general construction

no convivial ideal

no amelioration

                       to set

against the prodigal weight

of our collective loss

                              only

this private snipping

© 2017 Ed Hart


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public snipping doesn't do...
just makes for show
to let the child dance freely
or to let it go- I do not know.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Ed Hart
Ed Hart

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