An Ode to the SwordFish 800
I recently acquired a paper shredder and I am rather pleased with it.
It seems to me I am shredding
my old life. Old contracts,
old letters, all the things
I kept. No longer.
Macerate. Disintegrate. So many
tiny pieces.
Confetti
ticker-tape
fit for nesting.
Hold it up. Let it go.
Watch it come down
in pastel colours.
We caught some in unlikely places
do you remember?
A long time ago.
Again, again.
Again.
Old promises.
All the little pieces.
It seems to me I am shredding
my old life. Old contracts,
old letters, all the things
I kept. No longer.
Macerate. Disintegrate. So many
tiny pieces.
Confetti
ticker-tape
fit for nesting.
Hold it up. Let it go.
Watch it come down
in pastel colours.
We caught some in unlikely places
do you remember?
A long time ago.
Again, again.
Again.
Old promises.
All the little pieces.
posted by Clare Dudman at 8:47 am
4 Comments:
What fun! Love the poem. :)
Thanks Kay. :-)
It's great how a paper shredder can inspire you to create a wonderful poem. So how has it been so far? To many, a shredder's purpose is to permanently dispose their documents to make sure that nobody will get a hold of the information printed on them. But to some, they actually use the shredded papers to make something creative.
Ruby Badcoe @ Williams Data Management
Thanks Ruby! Great idea for an artwork!
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