Wednesday, November 23, 2011

dVerse Poets Pub - Open Link Night ~ Week 19.


LITTLE MISS PUPPET.


She flies high
Into the red sky
To welcome
The Emperor on
His golden chariot.

She dives down
To skim over
The pristine water
See her reflection
Marveling creation.

She flew into
The Garden of Eden
Saying ‘hello’
To every flower
Of every color.

She flew against
The wind
Grinned, as she
Felt it ruffled
Her feathers.

She sees the
Gate, golden
To open was forbidden
Curios, she was
Tries to push it
But, in vain.

Dreaming no more
Getting her bearings
A bird no more
But a Puppet
In his hands.

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17 comments:

  1. MotifsNovember 23, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    Beautifully written Janu..

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  2. alejandro guzmanNovember 23, 2011 at 3:01 PM

    I'm no puppet master but very nice Janaki

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  3. photos by janNovember 23, 2011 at 3:56 PM

    This is wonderful. <3

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  4. Brian MillerNovember 23, 2011 at 5:26 PM

    smiles....a puppet me be willing to allow the one that holds the strings to lead them...they took you on a nice journey as well which alludes well to who holds yours...

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  5. KritiNovember 23, 2011 at 7:17 PM

    Very very well written! The story of so many out there...

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  6. Shashidhar SharmaNovember 23, 2011 at 9:04 PM

    A puppet in hand... that is how we all actually are... I enjoyed reading this one...

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-sighs.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  7. TashtooNovember 23, 2011 at 9:12 PM

    A wonderful weave! Love the image and the words. I also pray those strings aren't tied too tight

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  8. ShreyaNovember 23, 2011 at 11:58 PM

    This is beautiful, really. :) ♥

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  9. Leah GriffithNovember 24, 2011 at 3:41 AM

    Part of me wishes that she went through the gate...out of reach of the puppeteer. What would have become of her? Perhaps she would have flown away...
    This was so beautiful and whimsical, captivating my imagination, making anything seem possible!

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  10. Priyadarshini JoyceNovember 24, 2011 at 8:23 AM

    beautifully written Janu :)) reminds me of a short poem I wrote a yr or two ago ..

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  11. skyNovember 24, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    very beautifully written ... sometimes it gets confusing - as to whether the master is the boss or is it the puppet that takes over? :)

    ----- www.moonlightanddreamz.blogspot.com

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  12. Rahul BhatiaNovember 24, 2011 at 9:05 AM

    Very nice poetry!

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  13. deepsNovember 24, 2011 at 9:50 AM

    nice work :P
    but yet to discover the she :D

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  14. Kathy B.November 24, 2011 at 12:07 PM

    I like your red sky and the surprise of Emperor, the grinning in the feeling of ruffling wind -- all unexpected pleasures. It's cool too that she is fine while in Eden, but that the golden gate serves as her apple of knowledge.

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  15. JANUNovember 24, 2011 at 8:51 PM

    Thanks to all of you for visiting and liking this poem.

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  16. The PoetNovember 25, 2011 at 7:27 AM

    Hello.
    Nice imagery & flow.
    Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate the comment.

    A Sweet, Spanish Flower

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  17. Melissa TandocNovember 25, 2011 at 5:12 PM

    Whose hands? I think our freedom hasn't been removed from us ;)...

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