Puppet Lifers
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
At times, the struggle to evolve as an independent being seems futile while dancing among the many. Still, some of us say “never.” (Image by oregonlive.com)
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Puppet Lifers
by Odin Roark
We slump lifeless by birth
Urged animate by protectors
Soon our energy is gently bound
Transported to a regal dwelling
Where guardians initiate
Learning’s willing servitude
The beginning is joyous
To see our steward’s happy face
Unaware anticipation evaporates
Urging imagination’s mutation
Into power and dominance
With our strings pulled left and right
Evolving from innocence
Into that other existence
We become the dance
Punctuated limbs
Bringing body and spirit
To its knees
Our being falls prey
As social ills snuff out yesterday’s potential
Furthering us as willing servants
Our once real life dreams
Now but disillusions
Alone among many
We lament our ill-conceived birth
Knowing refusal to dance the dance is…
The End?
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budd
powerful read
But not me. I'm outta here!
The world is full of puppets!! We all entered this stage called "Life" as puppets the minute we are born. All strings are attached....until the day we die!
Sandie
Ron