I feel the physical tension

of invisible strings

as the rhythm spreads

and stretches my wings.


The corporal form

organically moves

caught in the melody’s

natural grooves.


Lifted and drifting

at the puppet master’s urging

flailing and sailing

as the music starts surging.


Every motion and gesture

matched to the beat

with the ground very rarely

ever touching my feet.


Moved around by the sound

I’ve found myself dancing

the music and my body

vibrationally romancing.


Manipulated by energies

beyond the material

a marionette dangling

in the hands of the ethereal.


4 responses to “Marionette

  1. what a poem so lyrical my god

  2. Very nice poem. Aren’t we all, dancing marionettes.

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