Puppets swinging
from random strings
cast carelessly into
cardboard boxes.
No worries over breakage
just get a new one,
no worries over damage
it's easy enough to patch.
Pulled out when
it's time to perform,
to dance before
a snickering crowd,
ignorant of the abuse
seeking only
their own pleasure,
wanting only
their own release.
And the puppets cry
soundless tears
dribbling down wooden faces
Warping, cracking
facades aging.
Only to be tossed back
into the box
when their performance
is over.
Forgotten again.
A contest entry
- Not so Delightful Picture Inspired Contest by delightfulmess.
450 points, ended April 3, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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awe.... This is great take on the picture.
Thank you for entering my contest.
Delila
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