Yiling Ding

Rookie (1990)

The Marionette's Illusion - Poem by Yiling Ding

The whole world's singing
my requiem.
I can see the flowers
touch'd by frozen morning dew
The raindrops
crashing down from all around
me, painting away
all my colors.
I can hear the sirens
the voices
talking, speaking, whispering
All around me I can feel
the overwhelming noise.
But I am a marionette
in an intricate
birdcage. I can sense its bars
moving closer, closer
holding me within its
fascinating illusions
But all I can feel is the hollow
iciness
that moves me, directs me
The cold force controls me and
gives me life.

I am a marionette
existing only in
my sad illusions.


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  • (10/8/2007 8:49:00 AM)

    Great Poem, Yiling! 10! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011


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