Stationary
Ode to Reduction
I was more than pulp
More than I am now
Before I was sifted
Before the machines
When I felt a breeze
I was stationary
Unmoving from my ground
I started small
Then grew so tall
Way above the ground
I was there to see so much
All who came to town
I held so many in my arms
And most of them fell out
I brought in those who passed
Those long buried in the ground
I could drink the water
So near to my feet
They parked in my shade
Lost virginity
For decades I held firm
For years I blossomed well
My beauty as I shed the colors
Was without parallel
It hurt so much that day
Those who came not here for fun
I lost so much that day
When last I felt the sun
I wished that I could tarry
And thus remain stationary
I was cut
I wash slashed
I was burned
I was drowned
I was ground down
Until only my fiber remained
Down to my barest
I was hard pressed
To keep myself together
Left to myself
I would have
Preferred the dark
Then I need not suffer
That which might be next
That which I never could have guessed
Would come from my time
When I had the air
Water sun and life
When I once again knew light
It was not the same warmth I once knew
Instead it was harsh
And bright
I was placed upon another
Who had met a similar fate
Though she was larger
And my size quite small
I could see she was no longer here
If I could I would have shed a tear
I went by many names before
Time feeling so long gone
I recall my time as stationary
Tall and firm and strong
Though they refer to me as stationery
Something feels quite wrong
About the Creator
Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.
Comments (1)
This is damn clever, sir! From stationary to stationery...like so many of us if we don't pay attention.