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THE PUPPET'S DREAM

THE PUPPET'S DREAM*
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Sunrise. The puppet stirs, yearning.

“Oh, to feel warmth of the morning sun,
     to shed my strings, to be laid bare     
          to be more than mere display
               to taste the rain, to kiss the breeze
                     to roam, to play, to be free.”

“My painted smile hides my inner plight.
      My strings of silk are tethered by threads of fate.
           I wonder if it’s worth the wait,
                for what is life if not to feel,
                    to touch the world and to be real?” 

“Though nothing but wood and thread,
     I am a beautiful marionette, 
          following my master’s hand and mind.
               Though strings may bind, my spirit soars,
                  returning to the stage evermore.”

*Note: Poem written for Writer Monk’s weekly Poesy & Poise Contest (Flash Poetry Contest) and published on site July 26, 2025. This is my original poem.

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Bill Baker July 29, 2025 at 4:41 PM And a beautiful poem indeed, my Sara. Very engaging tale. I really enjoyed reading it! Thanks for sharing! Hugs, Bill sara Etgen-Baker July 29, 2025 at 4:42 PM thank you, sweet hubby, for your visit and kind comments...sending you a hug in return :-) me