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