Puppets And Puppeteers Poem by Sara Militello
Puppets And Puppeteers
Puppets And Puppeteers
When of a night I lay awake
From dusk to dawn my head upon
A comfy goose-down pillow puffed
Warm and snug in my tidy loft,
Unable to calm unwelcome dreads
Whirling through my head,
I wondered if a puppeteer might
Be likened to unseen wordsmiths
Compiling duplicitous meanings
Fueled by a less benign intent
Like craftily directed human thought
And actions into distinctly ruinous forms
Of untruths similar but unlike
Those who man puppet strings
Equally obscured by clever lighting
And unseen hands in playful artistry
Toward the goal of benignly entertaining
Youthful beings.
Then I recalled that once there was a time
In the not too distant past when language
Was less often used to deceive
and that we might best wonder why...
October 20,2016
I didn't expect it to be reviewed so quickly and I'm afraid I still cannot guarantee not to edit it again.
As Robert Frost is known to have said; he never considered a poem irrevocably finished. I too tend to edit my poems as a means of refining them by further reducing the words used or to replace one here and there to make every word count toward the feeling I wish to capture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/13/2024 9:16:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I can tell you even without further edits this poem is fantastic, Indeed we are puppets and live this life performing and emulating things that is scripted well before we are sent on earth......The fate and destiny rules our lives and we are just the doer. A thought provoking poem after a long gap....100++++