For July's Poem of the Month, I have chosen the poem 'The Sound of Paper' by Jean Folan.
It is taken from her collection 'Confluence of Wakes'.


I find comfort 
in the sound of paper. 
Scrunch it, rustle it. 

From a pulpy mess 
pounded by machines, 
reams of potential. 

The composer who dots 
five stave lines with notes 
presses music into paper. 

Poetry sings from a page: 
the only silence created 
between , . - : ; words. 

Does the origamist hear 
beating wings when she snaps 
paper into a bird form? 

Scrunch it, rustle it, 
in the sound of paper 
I find comfort.