Tuesday, 23 February 2010

used envelope

in that snatch of paper
I list stuff
my pens in various state of disintegration
I make arrows out of those
my erasures falling apart
work as dices
my pencils all so blunt
I cut into small stacks
the paper I write on-
is a part of used envelope
all supposedly waste
decidely play a part in my life
I create magic out of those
aura reaching out to all

in my own small way-
useless junk I recycle,
to save our mother Earth


  1. Lovely! :-) Or perhaps lovely is not quite the word to use for your poetry, which always seems spiced to me, and sinewy, and with some interesting texture running beneath.

  2. Lovely indeed! :-)

    To me your Poesy always seems rippled and dimpled, darting and dauntless, running just above the tree line like the flight of the Bonko Bird.

  3. I love this, I do the same ;)man I have to look up Bonko Bird!!! i feel so ignorant

  4. Hell! would you believe that the first thing google search comes up with is Percy bisque Silley for a definition of Bonko Bird...I'm I'm....well hell I'm speechless

  5. Good for you Tripletoes in regard to the recycling.Magic created out of scraps of ideas and paper.Bonko
    Birds are becoming quite a problem on poetry sites.Need for a culling!

  6. This is lovely, gautami! Wonderful the way you describe your process to lyricize your belief. Nice!

  7. Your poem opens describing my process with this prompt.

    how I adore poetic kindred spirits, found online!

    Your words blended so effortlessly and told your story so well.

    Thank you.

  8. Lovely. Very visual, how you describe what you do with the pens, the paper, the envelopes, the erasers.


  9. great little piece Gautami - tight and visual... felt as though I was at your writing desk.



  10. I like the idea of writer as recycler of all the paraphenalia of language.

  11. well done Gautami...thanks for sharing

  12. I like that you believe in recycling for mother Earth. Neat poem!

  13. Well used, I would add. Writing might begin as some sort of spark, but writing enters the world physically, and here, you've described the essence of tools to do this work. Some or many may now use a keyboard (a different kind of spark) but underneath it is still scraps and paper and pencils that do the work.

    Wonderful image you've writ!

  14. This is a truly lovely poem and full of imagery. Thanks for sharing!


  15. Mmmmm...the poet as the ultimate recycler. Love it!