silkysalem

Salem's Den Journal
2003-02-17 19:16:36 (UTC)

Spilt Ink- A Pantoum.

While spilling onto paper
Metal etches in my soul
Steam slowly turns to vapor
Paper is not truly whole


Metal etches in my soul
Trees sacrificed for sheets
Paper is not truly whole
'Tis trashed, destroyed, repeats


Trees sacrificed for sheets
Paper blotched, ruined, no worth
'Tis trashed, destroyed, repeats
Why do we do this to our Earth?


Paper blotched, ruined, no worth
Lives stained, an ink explosion
Why do we do this to our Earth?
We give her trash and soil erosion


Lives stained, an ink explosion
a Tree, wasted, killed, destroyed
We give her trash and soil erosion
Paper splashed with ink will not fill a void.


a Tree, wasted, killed, destroyed
A paper messed with ink, tossed.
Paper splashed with ink will not fill a void.
Think, some day paper splotched will not be lost.


A paper messed with ink, tossed.
Why is it ruined? A little spot--
Think, some day paper splotched will not be lost.
Ink spills... but Earth cannot be bought.


Why is it ruined? A little spot--
Steam slowly turns to vapor
Ink spills ... but Earth cannot be bought
While spilling onto paper.