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Fantoccini

Updated on July 5, 2011
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Mindful, I walked timidly

Distracted, I began to dance

Forgotten, I birthed a dream

But they are there trailing behind me

Why did I think otherwise


Did I imagine I had matured

Grown strong in my convictions

Protected in my shiny illusions

Complacent in my opulent world

Of love and light


Was I just naive to believe

My positive outlook would insure

A life of sweet somethings

Where nothings had always thrived

Given reign my sunny attitude could

Brighten even your dark corners


Absentmindedly

I grabbed the world in my embrace

Pulling to my chest all as brethren

Blew kisses in the wind

Indiscriminately

Loving every soul as if my kin


Drunk perhaps with possibilities

Standing tall on the precipice

Letting the breeze play

With my skirts and hair

Thinking only of what promise

Waits for my creation


I turned in my careless disconnect

To you with an easy smile

A congenial conversation trickled

I didn’t take note, as my hands

Dropped to my sides

Nor my jaw locking tight


Not until my feet were swept

Easily from beneath me

My grounding falling artificial

Did I remember that you are

The puppeteer and that I

Have strings




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      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      I love this. Forgetting who we are is sometimes an exercise in discovering our reality, and the balance or lack of, that embraces our lives. Well done RB

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      Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      yank,Yank,YANK,On Those Strings!;)

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      Nancy Hinchliff 6 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

      Wow, Randy, this is so powerful...really loved it.

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi Tony. Thanks for coming by. Interesting interpretation of my poem.

      Yep MA. Got any scissors?

      Morning alekhouse. I'm glad you like this one.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Lovely, Randy. So deeply sad. I love the way the poem gains momentum almost from the beginning, even with the warning of, "A life of sweet somethings

      Where nothings had always thrived", and then it spirals down to the last three lines, and you are not the mistress of your destiny.

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi TL! Yea not a stellar week for me, as this poem reflects. The silver lining is from pain comes poetry. I suppose we all have people who can push our buttons.

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      Claudia Schönfeld 5 years ago

      these connections...i can smell them from afar...and feel so sad for both of them..for the one who pulls the strings and the one who seems to be helpless...you approached this in a very sensitive and thoughtful way randy - a beautiful poem

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      brian miller 5 years ago

      just a puppet but dreams of so much more...i think a few might be able to relate...smiles. well spun...love all the little details...and the prgression...

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi Claudia. I just need a sharp pair of scissors. Thank you for that nice comment.

      Greetings Brian. I dreamt I was a real live girl.

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      Pat Hatt 5 years ago

      Does the puppets nose grow too?..lol..sorry had to say that.

      Very engrossing piece and yeah many feel like they have little control at some point, as others pull the strings.

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      lori 5 years ago

      I could feel this one for sure. That power we have over one another can be good or devastatingly bad.

      "Was I just naive to believe My positive outlook would insure A life of sweet somethings Where nothings had always thrived..." - So many of us have felt this way before.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Pat a nose that grows on command comes in handy. Have you seen Shrek?

      Hi Lori. In this case not a good thing. Thanks for commenting.

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      Fireblossom 5 years ago

      This reminds me of "Happy Puppet" by 10,000 Maniacs. I enjoyed hearing you read it.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Fireblossom - Hmmm guess I'm off to youtube.

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      ayala 5 years ago

      Beautiful...never easy having strings...love it.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks Ayala.

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      rmpWritings 5 years ago

      absolutely beautiful. i got so drawn in...like a whirlwind full of possibilities and hope...and then you cut me short...like a dog who has reached the limits of his chain. wonderfully done.

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      Christi Moon 5 years ago

      really enjoyed this Randy. fantastic imagery!

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Nice to meet you RMP. Dog who reached the end of his chain, yup. That about sums it up.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks Christi I'm glad you like it.

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      Kavita Rao 5 years ago

      Woww!! A scary and sad story very beautifully narrated..

      And the end was sooo perfectly written... it wasn't perfect for the main character of the poem.. but was perfectly written nonetheless!

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks Kavita! I'm glad you came by to comment. I'm still looking for those scissors.

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      Jeanne 5 years ago

      I love the fine line here between carelessness with one's hopes and courage to go out there and gather the world up in one's arms! Very attractive voice in this...and I believe there will be strength at the end of this journey!

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      Sheila Moore 5 years ago

      oh, wish you saw it coming. tough place to be.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thank you Jeanne. Strength is my middle name. I just misplace it now and again.

      Hi Sheila. I just had eyes in the back of my head installed.

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