Linda Alice Fowler Poet Ottava rima

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Marionette

The marionette spun and danced to the sound
played by the weary and weathered banjo man. 
She staggered with jerky leap and stuttered bound 
that thrilled the children as only a doll can.
Her wish as she was thread about and around
was that she were real and her own moves could plan.
Sad were her eyes as she schemed and dreamed to know
the world outside this traveling minstrel show.

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Valsa George September 15, 2022 at 9:48 PM Fated to dance by the pull of the string, how much she must be missing her own independent moves. You have given the marionette an identity. Great metaphoric poem ! Linda Alice Fowler September 16, 2022 at 6:56 AM Many thanks Valsa! Linda

Elizabeth Mccann September 7, 2022 at 10:18 PM Metaphor nicely done, Linda A! Have not we all wished to dance the dance that we could be ! Elizabeth Linda Alice Fowler September 8, 2022 at 6:12 AM And oh, the lucky few :) Thanks for stopping by and commenting Elizabeth! Linda

Bj Legros Kelley September 5, 2022 at 5:42 PM You totally personified her Linda; I think that many people can probably actually relate to her! Wisdom threaded piece. This is incredibly well-written and insightful. <3 Linda Alice Fowler September 5, 2022 at 6:10 PM Thank you for looking deeper into my poem Betty Jo. I suppose there are people who feel entangled by many different threads being pulled in many different directions. I hope they see that only they can pose their path. I appreciate your visit and comments. Linda

Darlene De Beaulieu September 5, 2022 at 4:29 PM Hello Linda Fowler, I enjoyed this poem. Enjoy your evening my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu September 6, 2022 at 10:32 AM Hello Linda Flower, yes I enjoyed your poem my friend. Enjoy your day my friend. Linda Alice Fowler September 5, 2022 at 6:00 PM Hello Ms Darlene De Beaulieu. I am glad you enjoyed my poem. Thank you for stopping by and leaving a kind comment my friend. Have a good evening as well. Linda Linda Alice Fowler September 5, 2022 at 5:57 PM Hello Ms Darlene De Beaulieu. I am glad you enjoyed my poem. Thank you for stopping by and leaving a kind comment my friend. Have a good evening as well. Linda

Vijay Pandit September 5, 2022 at 8:04 AM Beautiful poem, Linda. You gave her poise and meaning. Best to you. Linda Alice Fowler September 5, 2022 at 8:46 AM Thank you Vijay! Have a wonderful week. :) Linda

Victor Buhagiar September 4, 2022 at 10:55 PM Would a marionette wish to be alive and dance in a way that pleased only her? Linda Alice Fowler September 5, 2022 at 5:59 AM Perhaps. Maybe she would want to decide for herself what would be pleasing to herself and to her fans. One dances to what one feels in the music (or silence).