One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one
poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word
is “Puppeteer”.
...He is wise, he is cunning and he is
always in control. He gives and takes life by one yank of a string. He allows
you to speak, to smile, to move, to dance, to sit and to be. Are you thankful
for this master of your existence? Do
you await his grand entrance, anticipating his great power over you? Or while
at rest, do you remain unaware of your surroundings? Unaware of him? Unaware of
your idle state; existing in a world of eternal sleep until he pulls your
tangled strings? Yes - there you rest
upon a dusty old shelf, in a vegetative realm, lifeless and cold – until he
reappears…and he does! The “Puppeteer” is back!
PUPPETEER
A
master of deception
Wise
and cunning in his actions
Powerful,
charming, vulgar and snide
An
intriguing smile and a confident strut
In
control of all he touches
He
makes his grand entrance
Extravagantly
dressed to perfection
Ready
to give life and take life effortlessly
With
one yank of a string
He
brings you to your feet
As
you move wildly in his world of insanity
You
speak loudly, you smile gaily
You
move gracefully and you dance madly
Then
he sets you down to rest
And
there you sleep like the dead
Your
strings all tangled
You
collect dust on a shelf
So
lifeless and cold, so still and alone
As
he callously leaves you in dark shadows
Until
he reappears at will
To
raise you from the dead once again!
…Suddenly
the room awakens
to
his dreadful chilling essence
Preparing
for the magic to begin
The
walls breathe fiercely
The
ceiling vibrates frantically
The
rich soft rug welcomes his footsteps
He
enters with silent charm
His
ego ignites the room
The
macabre acts are about to begin
Yes
– he is here! The Puppeteer is back!
