I walk dangling, a puppet in a shadow-play,
Dragging along old strings I can't unravel.
Tied to the scars and promises I've made,
Along the way to get here as, I am.
The strings on limbs, twitch my intentions,
Wrenching my will to veer their way — not mine.
My heart aches, knowing who's pulling the strings,
But there is too much at stake to sever them.
How can I choose, when I’m snared this way,
Bridled, and bound to strings I can't reject.
I'm a puppet twofold - I can't cut the strings.
Some knots held tight through joy and pain,
Others snapped, then retied themselves again.
I am swayed by the grief required to end this thing
Locked and bound underneath the weight of strings.
Categories:
retied, angst, anxiety, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Loose ends left dangling make you nervous.
They crave a neat knot-tie for a conclusion.
A bow to seal, a ribbon to heal,
like shoe-laces they want to be retied,
to not trip you up.
For loose ends left behind,
untied and loose,
leave you distracted,
not seeing what's coming next.
But, secretly we love
loose ends left hanging, dangling,
like wind chimes in the wind.
Softly clinking and clanging,
unsettling and distracting,
buying us time to stall,
and delay their resolution.
For while a thread still dangles,
we can glance that way,
look at it, and pretend,
we have nothing loose,
to end and lose.
Categories:
retied, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
If you knew what it was about
You would be sure you were a lout
And should I forget it this year
Then, could slanders freely bear
And owner’s defenses hear
And retied knots mark with cold beer…
All about A Name you’re wrecking
And the cheap lies you aren’t checking;
An image a friend is hacking
And the wrong person just backing…
If I should you ask to get out
It would be no mutter- A Shout!
Categories:
retied, anger, conflict, cry, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme
In front of your door
I paced,
Stooped down and retied
My shoelace,
13- the number
That was glazed,
Rung your doorbell since your keys
Had been replaced.
Once the door opens
In a haste,
And you'll stare at it
In amaze,
With a motive of
A nutcase,
I'll smash a birthday cake
Right in your face.
Categories:
retied, birthday, crazy, giggle, happy
Form: Light Verse