Poem: Morphize

 

Morphize

 

wind never sighs,

rain never weeps,

 

crickets don’t sing,

doves aren’t angels.
 

stones never pray,

nor any tree wise,

learned with lichen.

 

clouds are not donnybrooks

of jumbled menagerie.

 

we witness the mere sculpt

of our fantasticating minds:

 

chisels of bliss, hope,

and kindness,

 

awls of pain, cruelty,

and fear.

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11/2/25 ... changed sixth stanza

10/30/25 .. mods all day

anthropomorphize