Animate objects

Even 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.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh Beccy...i had to smile when i read this....i certainly relate to what you have said here...
i have this crazy habit (and just keep this between you and me) of bumping into furniture and saying "excuse me"---
or dropping a utensil on the floor in the kitchen and saying "sorry"---
i guess i live in Tolkien's world where everything is alive....everything.
Such a clever piece.
j.

[Beccy]

You're not alone jacob. I have actually caught myself apologising to the contents of a kitchen cupboard, as I close the door and shut out what little light they were enjoying. :))

[R.E. Ray]

Beccy, this poem is proof of humanity’s richness. When we see “objects” as living things, how can we not be better human beings? I find not only sincerity and joy in your poem but grace. We’re so blessed to experience this life through so many senses, and you’ve captured that blessing here only as a poet can.