[Lubesh]

Lifeless life droops but hangs taut,
with features all but limp, like a marionette
she hangs up her last breath, static but still bound
by manipulation not just on the tired
and pulled strings she swings aimlessly on
and all the while is lost; she is continuously
mesmerised in a swirl of memories brought
by a sweeping exchange of indifference
in the air of each stranger who toyed
when passing her lonely way.

Connection she has but it is fraught
and can all but muster strength, even though
not her own. Now old and detached and half etched
is her once beguiling charm, she suffers the buoyancy
of exuberant hands and minds and plays
and dangles to their heart’s content.
Disjointed thoughts are fleeting and not in keeping
with the random jerking of life and tedious
rigmarole, her soul now bruised and sore
from being strewn daily, is today only
a pander to the wind.

[Vorcla]

Wow - love the puppet metaphor. Sometimes you have to wonder if we're all on strings. Your life is not your own. Kind of sad for inspirational reflections, but well done, as always. Damned fine, Lu.

[The Druid]

Top draw Lu. I must say it was as if I was watching a video rather than reading words. Excellently put together. Powerful beyond words.

[Lubesh]

Thanks to you both.