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Puppet Show
by Uriel TovarThe ink’s running thin
Seeing the shadows grow larger
Less whole
Noticing the thickening of the light
There was a time
When all we needed
Was to write our hearts
Onto pages
Letting the masses
Decipher what the true meaning of these works
Was
And there
The inside joke
Knowing that these pauses and
Uncommon words
Were meant only to misdirect
From the fact that we ourselves
Lost the meaning
Yes
The shadows definitely grow larger
On this rice paper wall
As the physical form eludes us.
01/31/2013 Posted on 02/01/2013
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/01/13 at 04:11 AM Addictive in the worst way. As I read through this, I hated knowing that it would come to an end soon. Loved everything about this. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/01/13 at 12:44 PM The pauses often say as much as the words and each of carries words hinged in a different direction which changes upon each reading or the sound of the wind. Nice write! |
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