Challenge
If I were a teapot
Pick an inanimate object from everyday life and write from the perspective of said object. What is its history? What does it feel, think? How might it interact with other objects around it?
Lamp
I spend my days in darkness,
the light within me dimmed.
When the sun is shining,
my shadowed face is grim.
But as it sinks into the ground,
I sing a hopeful hymn.
And then with a heavy click,
there shines a light within my rim.
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