A Poem, Pluck These Strings

I wrote this poem yesterday. It just came to me out of nowhere, so I just decided to go along for the ride. It follows the grueling grind of a puppet’s life and its personal struggle.

With a tug and pull, I’m brought to life
I’ve danced for peasants and kings
I do not want to live this strife
Forced to wear a smile but bound by strings
People laugh at me, not with me
My pride is in your praise
That’s why I dance around with glee
And keep this proud steady gaze
I want to pluck my strings ever so much
For if I do so, I’ll cease to exist
They are my lifeline, so I must not touch
It is so tempting, but I must resist
My time has come to an end; back in the box I go
If only I could pluck these strings before the next show

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
Travis

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45 thoughts on “A Poem, Pluck These Strings

  1. Many metaphors in this one. I suppose that is true of all of your poems.
    I love when poems show up out of the blue and take us on an unexpected ride.
    Those are the best kind and what makes writing poetry so magical. ✨
    Well done!

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    1. Yes! There sure are a lot metaphors in all of my poems. It was something else, I was actually writing another poem, and the thought of being a puppet in the world came to mind. So I switched gears and this little nugget was born. Thank you so much for reading! I’m glad you liked it. 🤗

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    1. Awesome! I’m glad you loved it. The inspiration for this one struck while I was writing an entirely different poem. I had to stop, make a few notes for the other poem, and then let the overwhelming inspiration flow. I said to myself “eh, why fight it just go with it!” Thank you! 🤗

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      1. I fear ghosts Travis. But in the last few days my mindset changed. I feel confident to talk about the topic and read poems on them.

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