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The Puppeteer – [in the attic of reason…Serenity’s challenge] repost
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The Puppeteer – [in the attic of reason…Serenity’s challenge] repost |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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 The Puppeteer – [in the attic of reason…Serenity’s challenge] The old man scratched his grizzled beard, awake in the sharp light of day As sunbeams hit his eyes, they seared his memories, dark and gray. His dream from just the night before still resided in his soul’s deep well As if his past knocked at heart’s door, ringing recollection’s bell. He ambled toward his kitchen sink for water, some hot tea to brew But thoughts held his mind, “To think… what I had done to you…” He sat at his table, lonely and still, but his mind ventured, rather erratic, He looked up at the ceiling’s height and thought beyond it to his attic. He shook his gray and troubled head, while dressing, he thought, “tis time, To once again go where I dread,” his actions were that of a mime. He moved then, somewhat jerky at best, steadied the ladder to receive his weight Slowly he ascended into the attic, a test, to see if memories might now abate. He stood there in the dust of dim, pervasive ghosts seemed thick in disgust Motes danced in silent light, as if grim, his actions slowed by dire distrust. Once a year, for his daughter’s sake, he came to this place, his heart to find, For in the attic of reason the puppets ache, as he sought to find truth in time. From a cavernous trunk he brought out a puppet, then a marionette so sweet. Other faces stared, each in silent shout, as one by one, he placed them on a seat. Soon, surrounded by his puppets’ adore, he began manipulating face and limbs Some sat still, some danced the floor on strings, swung and twirled, by silent whim. He soon fell back into his old story, for his tale was as ancient as time Each puppet began acting in glory, swinging to and fro in cadenced rhyme. He played each puppet as before, while invisible children gathered around For time seemed to trip past future’s door, and he was again the gayest of clowns. For he had left his wife and daughter behind to seek his fortune, as a raconteur For philosophy, his keen eye’s mind, could weave much from life, he was so sure. Oh, the stories he could tell, as if he must, to widen young minds, straighten wronged hearts, He would leave behind words so just, as his puppets played a life’s large part. For who would listen to thoughts of one man, when a cast of many he could hide behind As each puppet from his strings might stand, preaching wisdom that came from one mind. His puppets each had a voice so clear, their Master’s thoughts filled each one With philosophies that he held dear, of wrongs to right, oh, he was never done. But time took toll, his steps returned home, though no wife, nor daughter to find For Death, it too, had decided to roam, taking those he loved, but leaving him behind. Now once a year, he comes to lament, in the attic of reason the puppets ache, For his wife and child, the long days spent, and his puppets weep still, at man’s heartbreak. ~*~ 11/30/02 |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea What a wonderful poem!!! The story behind it, so complete. Brava! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh my!!! OH MY!! I love this Karilea!!! This is incredible writing....a keeper for sure. And you know I love it for my own personal reasons.  Hugs YOU! ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
OH. NOW I remember!!! This came from that poetry generator thingie--what fun! and what you can do with random words is amazing lady! Thanks for reposting this. And that doll? curious... Was that from New Orleans? I sent one quite similar to our PdV awhile back, in a rose pink tho. hmmm... it's all coming back to me now. |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
I remember this jewel Karilea..yes, I love this! Thankyou for gifting us with it again. hugs, Chris Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
WOW! Sunshine, I am really glad to read this masterpiece; it was wonderfully written!  ..........jo |
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Fagin Member
since 2004-05-07
Posts 126Ca |
Thanks for the re-post, I never saw this! |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Great timing as well as meeting her challenge. Tori is moving in until she gets "bored with me," and I printed a story Sharon wrote for her, and now this will do nicely  |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Your writing depth really shows in this one. It is a pleasure to read and reread. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Fantastic writing PoetFriendSunshine... *~coco~* |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
This is still the absolute favorite thing that you wrote for me anyway, and what timing~I needed something for an after dinner read to the family - thank you. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
A favorite of mine that you have written here... What a wonderful truth to remind us all of. Thank you Sunshine. TD |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Excellent and I would say this one should be in a publication somewhere. One of your best that I have read. Sometimes you can tell when a poet pays attention to their pen and follows it instead of using forced ink, NO FORCED INK in this one. Wonderful read and very much enjoyed. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wonderful write, dear Karilea. So incredibly touching. Thank you for bringing this back. Love, Margherita  |
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