The Stringed Ones Poem by Samantha Pearson

The Stringed Ones

Rating: 5.0


All they have are the I's, the my's, but never the why's
They let lies drip like flies from their sewn button eyes
They stitch hate and pleat fate through cloth alibis
Take their fill from your till of crushed cotton dyes
Take a bit
Then some more
From your gold threaded core
Grab a kit
Cut a slit
Then squeeze out your roar
For those who wish to take heed of this lore
All I can say is
Beware the puppet lined shore

Thursday, July 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: greed
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This actually started out as a song, but as I started playing around with the imagery more I decided a poem would suit it better.

7/10/14
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jayatissa K. Liyanage 18 July 2014

I particularly like the message in its enclosure.

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Kofi Amed 10 July 2014

I love it, keep writing.

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Kofi Amed 10 July 2014

I love it, great choice of words, keep writing.

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