{"id":136812,"date":"2023-09-02T20:30:18","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T00:30:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=136812"},"modified":"2023-09-02T20:30:18","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T00:30:18","slug":"prompt-12-were-like-puppets-in-a-closet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/prompt-12-were-like-puppets-in-a-closet\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 12 &#8211; We&#8217;re Like Puppets in a Closet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-136849\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hands-966492_1280-199x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hands-966492_1280-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hands-966492_1280-679x1024.jpg 679w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hands-966492_1280-768x1158.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hands-966492_1280.jpg 849w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Image Courtesy of Pixabay<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Life, a ceaseless puppetry unfolds its play,<\/p>\n<p>Each marionette trapped in its private plight,<\/p>\n<p>Acting out scenes, from dawn to fall of day,<\/p>\n<p>With none escaping the puppeteer&#8217;s slight.<\/p>\n<p>Invisible strings, our fates forever bind,<\/p>\n<p>In life&#8217;s theater, we dangle and we sway,<\/p>\n<p>Awaiting destiny, our hearts entwined,<\/p>\n<p>In a drama where reason often goes astray.<\/p>\n<p>Continuous defeat in life&#8217;s cruel game,<\/p>\n<p>Confusing joys for cravings dark and base,<\/p>\n<p>The threads that bind us, our enduring shame,<\/p>\n<p>Closeted skeletons hide, leave no trace.<\/p>\n<p>Selfishness reigns, we&#8217;re puppets in its thrall,<\/p>\n<p>Escape eludes us, closet doors stand tall.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Antoinette LeRoux <\/strong><strong>\u00a9 2023<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image Courtesy of Pixabay &nbsp; Life, a ceaseless puppetry unfolds its play, Each marionette trapped in its private plight, Acting out scenes, from dawn to fall of day, With none escaping the puppeteer&#8217;s slight. Invisible strings, our fates forever bind, In life&#8217;s theater, we dangle&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-136812","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136812","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/259"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=136812"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136812\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136880,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136812\/revisions\/136880"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=136812"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=136812"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=136812"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}