Original thoughts, not mine
Now, for awhile
An unexpected mime
With a crooked smile
You think you know
What’s coming next
Blow by blow
Your minds complexed
Stringless puppet
With rhyming words
Copacetic
Rhythmic verbs
Look ma, no hands
Just red, wet wires
The lyric demands
To be inspired
Generic themes
And punchy timing
Exposing dreams
And clever rhyming
Driven by a need to please
Still masses left unsatisfied
Tidbits dangling to tease
Creating views personified
Something within
Pulling the strings
When it begins
The angels sing
Puppet master
And I, the muse
Talent to daze or
At best, confuse
Convinced
That you’ve discovered gold
Suspense
In what is to be told
But whose to say
It’s not been revealed
Until that day
My lips are sealed
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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