thread – my paper palace

I look around; I want to scream.

A sea of paper sets the scene.

I seem to be the queen of rag

As paper reigns supreme.

Computer hi-tech has occurred

And though I do process the word,

My world’s wallpapered on all sides;

It’s really quite absurd.

I’ve paper towels and paper plates

And pamphlets mailed by bulk

            rate

And tissue paper, toilet paper, Wrapping papers, pads.

Legal paper, line paper,

Typing paper, tabs.

And plain paper and paper cups,

And magazines and bills spring up.

I’ve paperbacks and paper bags,

Crepe paper and books,                                                           

Sticky notes and calendars,

Recipes and checks.

And labels, letters, ledgers, too,

And stamps, receipts and tape.

 That’s me beneath the coupon cloud

Collapsed by paper weight.

If every piece of paper now

Should represent a tree,

I’m lost forever in the woods,

A paper majesty.

 

          Gail (Jan.’06) adds, “I’m glad it’s the new year.  I feel like starting over.  I’ve had a surge of cleaning up and cleaning out — paper included!”

* a poem from the (?) edition of Ninepatch *

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