What about this poem. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think?

Question

A Space Creature

The night is like a cut

A cut of my strings

In the great puppet art

Of my dreams

I stumble around in a daze

A daze in my metered maze

My limbs again

My wooden dreams

My trapping parts

Of these puppet arts

These ties make me

My strings exceed me

As the puppeteer

As is me

In a paste of twine

A chreographed line

In dancing I would cut

Such that I as my dreams may dream

Of my great art of act of art

I speak in far off ventriquilisms

Far off in the shadows of color and prisms

There are no eyes here

The eyes echo in the shadows they echo

My lines are scripted

In a theater they are whispered

Of a dreaming dreamt dream

Of dreamers and dreams

I am a deformed muppet

A broken trumpet

A snipped string clings to my arm

It is still

It is the Sutradhara

The holder of strings

The marionette

Like the night

Cold in the age of space flight

Answer 1

That is pretty out there!!!

Answer 2

you sure do love to rhyme, I guess it's not crime to rhyme. LOL

Seriously, you did great. you need to try and submit it to a publisher with your other poem. You're a Grade A poet and you did not know it.

Answer 3

Creative :)

Answer 4

Wow. That is really good! I like it alot. Not only can I relate to it ... but it is written very well. I love the flow, the hurt, the metaphor. It's beautiful. :)

Answer 5

this poem takes me back,   i think of when i had puppets hanging on a rack, there were two, with strings, and two made of socks,   it makes my heart sing, to read a poem about puppets, it really rocks, to hear of your dreamy dreams, in the night, of space flight, cold and dark, but these puppets make me happy as a lark

to imagine all this far off ventriliquism, makes me feel the thrill of some far off voices speaking iin signs and secret symbolisms,   alphabets that spell out shadows and mystical colors as though in prisms, actually this talk of puppets gives my heart a groovy rhythm,  

so in wooden dreams i go, happy dancing to and fro, instead of stumbling around in a daze, i think puppets in the night is such a new found craze,

and such a great time with trapping parts, it is such a beautiful wine, with pasted twine, why not dream these wooden within these wooden mazes,  i love the times of puppet art and their in depth phases,    

did i like your poem,    it made me get a twinge and also a start, it made me think of home, and also there where should be my heart, in such a place of warm wood, and string, please to my eyes another puppet bring,       i did like your poem

Answer 6

Dude, I don't get it.