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Forever Dye For The Puppet Show

Curtains reveal the plane by golden ball
The puppet strings sway harmoniously to the furious winds
Etched onto the varnished mahogany cell
A new coat lies to conceal the tarnished stains

What a magnificent scene brim with cartoonish appearance
Yet a mere modest touch to bring life anew
See us smile and dance like monkeys in costume
Playing retro tunes, as we parade our masks

Dues set the stage, a performance of all palms
Masquerading props to enact each sculpted sketch
Unwilling eyes tell stories unvoiced, unassuming
Manipulating mood makes more masterful melody

Your bending will, you beat my core again
Desire of cardboard dreams are wrinkled few
An encore after is before detain
A box of wooden such of twinkled view

So pure in spite of unrequited blot
So free to me you bleed conjecture not

Despite your gaze to jester not fret
Do you blink or feel the pecking of my soul
So scared to know our time is due again,
Share my rhyme to express the glove you bare

A caricature of a character
A sucker to each punch
A doll, a figurine, I figure
All the skill to pantomime a sock

Every limb must be used on our words that we’ve paged
This regime not impartial to the parts that were bled
I see dimension, stones stumbling from lack of vision
Judged by muppets toying with their meaningful irony

Yellow, blue, satire, you feel hues palpable to my condition
Black, pitch, execute, ditch the morbid mind-pops, it's playful sarcasm

Ebb and flow is all I know, and when I pause, there is suspense
Like a riddle, a conundrum, a quandary is life; for a few moments the body is designed to forget

Alas, I am frail and the cover oh it fades
There is less to care for the pain that is prose
An epic arrangement to convey what is tale
Not a circus but a carnival on a much bigger scale

My joy and vigor to that of a clown
With frowns to workshop a fairy throne
Our theatre so giant is wired to serve
A need of desire that contracts my own

Neither an artist nor a poser in a heart weary of depose
But a minstrel or a vagrant with attention of which is craved
An expressful actor that never stops, a resonant chime in a broken clock
Once more, I act upon the sound that signals this symphony

Another roll to make the movements feasible
Else the shadows express their discontent
Familiar motions conjure laughter and reward
Deviation retribution through a faint scarlet splatter

Every jerk more fatal than the last
The silver threads dangle uncontrolled to the naked eye
Neither slow nor fast bears difference within the box
The same fate now a strand of durable hope

Too high or too low
Too great or too small
The final string detached as the curtains close forevermore
The show will never end until the puppet is dismantled and can dance no more.

About this poem

The poem is about the struggles of life and how they can be compared to a puppet show. Inspired by We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar.

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Written on August 08, 2022

Submitted by author177 on September 08, 2022

Modified on April 09, 2023

2:35 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 2,753
Words 516
Stanzas 16
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 2, 4, 4, 4, 2, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Adam Roachford

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  • lovingempath
    Pretty heavy for just one reading Adam. This is an excellent piece that can be enjoyed; layer by layer: Everything from your beautiful descriptive abilities, to trying to understand your mind-set at the time of writing. This was one of my favorites. Good job. :) 
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