The Dancing Puppet.


As she appeared, on the stage, she gave a bow in modest. Her hands were limp, her knees were bent, she almost looked ragged. She then began, with a smile on her face, to carry out her performance. (a smile which never left, we all felt it couldn’t.)

She danced in the pretty dress that she wore, and it swirled round and round, never touching the ground for sure. She then waved her arms over her head, and rose above the floor – which then led to her biggest move, dropping her down, like a ballerina in a frown.

But her head popped back up, looking at us, with the same smile on her face. She picked up pace and danced her other moves, with even more grace. Tough every now and then she wibbled and wobbled. She seemed to catch up, trying not to waddle.Then it ended, all so suddenly, as a severed string came in view.

a thread? a rope? we saw it then. Attached to her every part of her; hands, feet head and all.

When we looked up, the fingers gave it all.

I had absolutely no time today to be a good student and do the poem earlier (and better – It just rhymes too much – When I read the topic, I had so many ideas but my evil laptop died on me) ;_;

Well, now here I am, with something right out of my head. Its about a puppeteer 😀
Well, nothing really about the puppeteer (except the last part if this poem was understood :S), just an indirect poem on how he/she controlled the puppet with their fingers (the moves of the puppet in effort to show how the puppeteer controls it with – lets make it a “her” – Her fingers 🙂

Thank you for reading! 😀


4 thoughts on “The Dancing Puppet.

  1. janebasilblog says:

    What a lovely story, with such natural balance and rhyhm! I love it when a poem feels as if it just grew, natural as a flower, and this poem has it. My poems are organic, but more like thorns. They slash you raw.
    Thank you for sharing this little … diarama. (If you don’t know that flower, it is beautiful, and the wind makes it dance)

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    • littlesnowflake says:

      The way you expressed the growth of a poem – that was really beautiful! just wow!
      Thank you for sharing these words with me 😀
      I dont believe any poetry is thorny, especially yours! I just read some and you are an amazing writer! And I am being really really true here!
      Looking forward to read more of your words ! 😀

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      • littlesnowflake says:

        I am, and to me, everyone is a snowflake too 😀
        not that they are cold, its that they are unique in their own ways -as the saying goes: “no two snowflakes are the same” 🙂

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