Saturday, September 07, 2013

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.
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.
Old promises.
All the little pieces.


Blogger Kay Cooke said...

What fun! Love the poem. :)

Sun Sept 08, 09:00:00 am  
Blogger Clare Dudman said...

Thanks Kay. :-)

Sun Sept 08, 01:29:00 pm  
Blogger Ruby said...

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

Mon Oct 07, 09:37:00 pm  
Blogger Clare Dudman said...

Thanks Ruby! Great idea for an artwork!

Mon Oct 07, 10:54:00 pm  

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