Objectification
Objects are dependable. Objects are the best.
Objects do not leave you. They remain there at rest.
They soothe the eye with beauty or operate as slaves,
for objects have served us since humans lived in caves.
Since the first stone hammer or flint carved to a point,
objects have helped to feed us or to pretty up the joint.
Carved into a cave wall, a bison or a bird.
Art lasts for millennia. That’s why I find absurd
those who say things don’t matter, for what I have to say
is that it’s art that lingers. People just pass away.
Fandango‘s prompt today was object. Before you start exclaiming in protest, I’ll issue the disclaimer that this is written a bit tongue-in-cheek. Albeit, I love art. Wouldn’t want to live without it. But I do realize people are more important.
Fandango‘s prompt was object.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I have some porcelain posts from 2000 years ago. Their surface is a little roughed up, but they still could be used for their original purposes — storing grain or ginger. Art IS forever and aren’t we glad of that!
LikeLike
I’m unsure what you mean by posts.. you mean fence post type posts? Please explain…resolve my ignorance.
LikeLike
Pingback: From The Heart Award – The Haunted Wordsmith
Pots.
Not posts.
Geeze, can’t you read through a typo?
By the way, I know some people who are not better than a good piece of art.
LikeLike
Just the subject of this poem made me smile as it was so much like a word on a shirt my sister just gave me. The word was “Exhaustipated. Def: Just too tired to give a *hit!” That’s what the shirt says on the front. I nearly died when she gave it to me at CHURCH of all places! LOL)
LikeLike
So, did you put it right on?
LikeLike
Objests remain to carry memories of people who are gone.
LikeLike