I stand here, inshore, tis true
not cursed by lash of cruel sea,
yet still no peace of mind have I,
ennui the only cruel certainty as
arms spin in a desperate semaphore,
as I plead implore (in infrasound)
mankind to please acknowledge me,
for I exist, I am, I am, I am!
I am sentient!
I am sentient and bored witless!
Can someone not read me a book or something?
Lillian at dVerse has us writing of anthropomorphism and above is my offering. It is true that I often think or wonder what it is like to be another living form, whether flora or fauna. It is also true that I think the same about inanimate objects. I do wonder about the wind turbines forever, or almost forever, spinning their arms in the harbour of my town, one so large or maybe so near, it rises above every building in the town centre. I really think it must get bored silly doing the same thing day in day out day in day out…
Also shared with the good folks at Toads Tuesday Platform
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