Non-living objects make their desires known and lure the writer to his destiny. |
Books lined the shelves Standing tall for all to see Their spines straight and proud But one thing spoke In whispered chant Read me. Pen lay prone upon the desk Paper lay beside him, feeling flat They were ready, as ever, for any note But longing filled their passion And together they called Write me. Chair sat erect behind the desk Always in the ready His leather polished, smooth and fine But he too longed for other things For weight to fill his girth Sit here. Together they conspired to plan To make the writer come To place his hands upon the desk And take up with the pen To scribble words of soft fine merit Across the waiting page Then settle back into the chair. Read passionately from admired books Then spill his soul into his own And follow in the ranks Of those who've gone before him Words see themselves in set black ink A token for all time. They all call to him, their whispers urgent He cannot resist The lure is too great The need will break him open And he must fulfill his destiny And write his own true passion. 37 lines Written for the "Invalid Item" Day 7 - What could be in it? Write a story or poem from the point of view a non-living object. |