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Monday, November 25, 2013

A Puppet's Lament


Pink and shiny, crossed over and overlapped
Invisible mesh under our skin
Muscle tapers and attaches to bone
Pulling extremities to and fro
head turns to sound or sight
toes wiggle into socks and shoes
fingers tap-tap or tinkle ivories
rib cage, like bellows, breathe in and  breathe out....

Mere puppets to our muscles
yet we are the puppet master
exercise and stretch
keeps us tuned and well oiled

But.....
stiff and halting
muscles seized up after
a return from a good long morning walk
and later the pool
ready to let the puppet relax for an evening.

“Come children, let us shut up the box and
 the puppets, for our play is played out.”
~ William M. Thackeray

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