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Awakening
by Chris Sorrenti
in a dream...
I watched a children’s play
marionettes dancing on a stage
I couldn’t see where the wires led to
but had a good idea who was pulling the strings
it was all quite silly this animation
yet somehow very real
as the puppets’ faces had been painted
with people I knew
...ones I had yet to meet
© 1982
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06/06/2012 Author's Note: The second opening poem in Enter Every System, following Whirlwind, and preceding, Before The Flood. Published (along with other poems) in the broadsheet, Reflections In A Time Machine (May 2003), Chris Sorrenti (Ottawa, Canada). Produced by Heather Ferguson. Also published in the chapbook, Verse Afire, A Tri-Annual Publication of The Ontario Poetry Society, January to May 2006 Vol. 2 No. 1, I.B. Iskov Editor/Publisher, Toronto, Canada. I.S.S.N. 1715-0280
Posted on 06/06/2012
Copyright © 2026 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/06/12 at 03:38 PM I truly enjoyed this. I just got through with "The Road Less Traveled", which is a fascinating book that deals a lot with our unconscious and our dreams and what they try to teach us about ourselves. Hope you find the message in yours! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/07/12 at 12:42 AM Do we ever really know who is pulling our strings Chris? And if we find out can we really do something about it? Nice write! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/07/12 at 05:01 PM That last line is the one that knocks me out. Fantastic. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/08/12 at 07:00 PM I agree with Gabe...that last line expands the previous lines to a million different points of view. I love it! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 06/28/12 at 02:55 PM Rod Serling would want this. Love it! |
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