Marionette

She plucks a flower. Stargazing,

she leaves untouched both Daisy, and Violet.

Her youthful sashay has become rusty.

Moving from place to place now

a bone dance of necessity, rather than

a chance to move to life's jazz,

that humble tune played note by note.

Ominous, on a xylophone made of granite. 

Her heart once brazen and bold,

is just a pebble smooth burgundy window,

revealing the imminent and intimate.

Her grace-full hands, never still,

shaking, but willing to give autographs.

Able to wave hello and goodbye simultaneously,

as she flashes her Braggadocio smile.

© 2009 Tamera Dobbins