Full Circle, a community art from recycled waste project, was funded again in 2006. This year, we held another art competition with almost 1,000 entries from schools and groups and also a writing competition.
As my own contribution, I made a poem painted onto recycled paper as a wall plaque in the shopping mall, where we displayed our art. The poem is below.
Strung end to end are the beads of my life.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if
the string were cut
and memory beads holding
everything that is me
were to tumble all over an ungrateful floor or even street or maybe field…
Would some kind soul bend to retrieve
just one glorious childhood day spent on sandcastle heaven?
Would people just carry on walking
like London Bridge
hardly noticing unless the One in front of them
hesitates or delays Them on their journey?
Would I scramble like a lunatic deperately
gathering mine to me
or would I allow my cherished pockets of Life
to fly with the wind wherever they needed to go?
Slowly, I gather my scissors towards
the moment of realisation.