Brought alive by crafty hands,
not always playing the part
of what I truly am;
the magic of my master
gives my life a purpose,
making me useful again.
Not always used to portray
what I am often for,
the road to your imagination
lies beyond;
only you possess the keys
to open that door.
Author notes
This poem may come off as a little strange, but it just takes some getting used to. It is about props, of course, but also how people use them. Not always used in ways you expect, sometimes you have to fill in the gap with your own imagination.
A contest entry
- The Poetry Police Don't Live Here Anymore by Violet Moodswing.
1050 points, ended July 28, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Just say what you feel needs telling...or have one of those random whims to comment on something.
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Being a fan of live theater, I really enjoyed this poem. Writing from the POV of a prop was extremely creative and you expressed that POV brilliantly. Nice work
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Definately an interesting and original topic. It can be read literally about props, but it can also be about metaphorical props of our daily lives and the imagination that we control.
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I really liked this.....it's just awesome && odd and wonderful
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it is koo
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Not so strange...
I didn't find this strange, so much as just different. I get so used to reading poems about love and heartache, that its always a little surprising to read something else. The change of atmosphere is refreshing. I liked it. Good job! -
NICE
nice...personally i like the idea behind props you have going totally. I have a poem like this but mines much...angeir you know at a person who was trying to turn me into somekind of prop puppet kind of thing. Its kind of sad really to be a prop.
but i like your poem better
hearts and hugs
Wolf Heart
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nice
I don't find the poem strange at all. You said what you needed to say in just a few lines, I like that! sweet
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Glad you liked it. I was bored, and on a bus, so I asked someone for a prompt. They told me to write about props, so I scratched this down on a scrap of paper.
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