The poet pulls those strings - poem- poetry

 

The poet is in a simulation

Pretend ironically.

Disguise feelings,

Reveals pains and joys.

The poet pulls those strings

Waving ballots in the wind

Changing directions.

catching attentions.

Readers see their kites fly,

Come the thread that ripples

They weave their own dreams

They emerge in their thoughts

Although the words are the same

For each one it is something different.

That's where the strings tighten

Swinging back and forth,

Making the heart shake

Coming to unfold the soul.