Puppetry Master

Puppetry Master

Time to let go and set me free

The knotted ties that hold me down

Cut them off and let me be

As the wind chill forest beckons for me

 

Puppetry master mocks my essence

Tearing my limbs with powerful possession

Carefully jolting my awkward presence

Lay my body beneath the crescent

 

Before the moonlight fades for hope

By wooden planks the name hangs

Puppetry master entangled in rope

The ground beholds a shark to cope

 

We are what they are to us

As to what they are to them

A passerby philosopher fuss

Staring at the puppetry master’s cuffs

 

Forbidden by two

Puppetry master’s tools

We are creatures of few

Seen by what they are to you

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Time to let go and set me free
The knotted ties that hold me down
Cut them off and let me be
As the wind chill forest beckons for me"
All of the puppets are controlled. I wonder puppets dream of freedom? I like the poem. Left a lot to think about for the reader. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[erika]

wow I found this poem really good and it has a good flow to it.

[Elizabeth Rawls]

I really like poems that have to do with puppets, it reminds me how people and temptations are always trying to string you up and lead you astray.