Stuffed with Plastic

He lacked means to speak,

but had lips of pure red,

Big googly eyes,

Belly sewn shut with thread


Started out as nothing

Sprung from my mind

Stuffed with plastic 

Inside and lined.

 

As he found his form

He became a colorful fish

To make everyone smile

Was my only wish.

 

He hangs on the wall 

For all to see

The creativity

That dwells in me.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Witness prompt: Write a poem about an object that silently knows your thoughts and dreams. Perhaps the chair in the corner of your study, the quilt you curl up with to read, the painting on the wall.


A soft sculpture fish that I made that hangs on my wall. :)

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