Friday, July 1, 2011

In memory of "The master of puppets"

Hear before you lie,
the puppet’s song and command its
strings with your hands.

When you rest, hand it
over to the birds and let it fly.

Now when you are back,
the master of the puppets,
they shall rise, above you,
against you
to the tryst of freedom, in
the vintage of lasting
autonomy.


7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

the tryst of freedom...nice turn of a phrase that...who pulls the strings of the string pullers...

hedgewitch said...

You always blow my mind with your perspective on things. This is way cool--the first line is a great play on words, and the whole concept is twisty and layered. Great 55, Monika.

Monkey Man said...

So complex for my tiny little monkey brain. The infinite string pulling. Beyond my comprehension.

Susie Swanson said...

You blow my mind also. I love it..Susie

G-Man said...

Master of Puppets
Mistress of Words!
Loved your 55 Monika
Thank You playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Fireblossom said...

Never underestimate a determined puppet!

Olivia said...

they shall rise, above you,
against you
to the tryst of freedom, in
the vintage of lasting
autonomy.

Liberating.. and you my friend are a master of wordplay!

Sunday Hugs xox