Joseph May Poet Free verse

Wooden Bones

His strings are attached
But he is as still as a stone
Unable to move his wooden bones
The magic wand has no effect
He has eyes  that seem detached 
No pulse that anyone detects
The puppet master  sits in despair
 It is just as he had feared
Alas! ...the puppet has become the puppeteer!

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Heidi Sands August 27, 2017 at 6:35 PM Cute one Joseph! Very creative too :)

Anne-Lise Andresen August 5, 2013 at 1:13 PM - Moving ... well written Joseph!! - All the best to you. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Kim Van Breda August 4, 2013 at 1:24 PM Simple theme of a puppeteer on the surface, but very deep underlying meaning here Joseph-- Great write.

Nette Onclaud August 4, 2013 at 12:08 PM your piece moves me in just a few lines.. so solid and heartwarming; this is pinnochio in the limelight, joseph... well done!..:) Joseph May August 4, 2013 at 12:23 PM thank you Nette....I appreciate your comments