Animate objectsA Poem by BeccyEven filing cabinets have feelings, so too the carpet trod carelessly underfoot; the purse or wallet that knows your PIN, but never tells. It's why children talk to teddy bears, and sticks picked up from forest floors become Superhero ray guns; or magic wands that make wishes come true; And why cars won't start on really cold mornings and mountains move with the times; how a house becomes a home and pencils guide the poet's hand. But most of all, it's the knowing. The sense that everything lives, as early morning dew spotlights the intricate weave of spider webs and fallen leaves come alive, to dance in chorus line with the music of the wind. It's matter, absorbing emotion, the impalpable motion of time as we ebb and flow like liquid in a different, parallel world. Suspended in frozen belief; only becoming free, when once again, Prometheus steals fire from the heavens, and this time, animates everything.
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Added on December 18, 2019Last Updated on December 30, 2019 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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