Small as a Chickadee:
Write a poem about something small, an animal or object you see every day and do not usually give much thought.
I picked up a flat sparkly stone on my trip to Ogunquit last September and I keep it on the bathroom sink. I barely notice it most days because it doesn't sparkle much when it is dry. The times I do notice it, I say to myself, "Why are you keeping that?" Then I think, "It's found treasure!"
I enhanced the shine of the pebble for the illustration. It's more silver than gold in real life.
Irene, who has recently been traveling in FL to share her two newly published books of poems, is home and hosting the Round-Up at Live Your Poem.
YOU are a treasure, Diane - thanks for sharing. Love the graphic!ReplyDelete
I've been feeling a bit tarnished of late, so I appreciate your comment!Delete
I love that you found -- and saved-- this treasure! And I love the shiny-ness in the graphic. Perfect! Thank you for sharing! xoReplyDelete
Thanks, I'm glad the shine comes through!Delete
Thank you for adding to the treasure chest of small poems this month, Diane! Beach treasure has got to be one of the best kinds of treasure there is. I've often wondered if there is a way I can display shells in their wet, lustrous state, but I'm not sure that would capture the magic any more than leaving them dry. The magic is as much in the memory of the moment– the salty breeze and the sand between my toes– as it is in the shell itself, no?ReplyDelete
Absolutely, a beach treasure can instantaneously take you back!Delete
Your ability to make the image in words is always a pleasure to me reading, Diane, and the graphics you create are marvelous. Thanks for this. I have rocks and twigs in a number of places, my treasure, still trying to comprehend.ReplyDelete
Nothing wrong with rocks and twigs! I have a piece of moss-covered bark put aside. The moss is a lovely shade of gray-green. I'm contemplating trying to use it in a mixed media project, but I don't think it would stand being glued.Delete
The graphic is wonderful. What a great way to honor your poem. Thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
Thanks! I enjoy the creative process of combining words and pictures.Delete
You are the queen of graphics. Love your presentation, as always, and I agree with Robyn's assessment of you being a treasure -- always sparkly in my eyes. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jama. How kind of you!Delete
Diane, the whole digital composition is quite nice with the fading of the background and the pop of sparkle in the hand. The ending takes the stone full-circle. This is small treasure in a big expanse.ReplyDelete
The expanse is made even bigger if you head east, out into the Atlantic!Delete
Your line "the treasure of comprehension would come later" reminds me of Wordsworth's daffodils, Diane.ReplyDelete
I wish I had a memory that would allow me to make such a comparison as you have done. I admire your skill, Laura!Delete
I am thinking of this line:"the treasure of comprehension would come later". So often, I find lovely old things like this and it's only later that I begin to wonder at their history.ReplyDelete
Old things from the early 20th century get me to marveling at how much things have changed in such a relatively short time.Delete
Treasure, indeed. Both the pebble and the poem!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Mary Lee!Delete
Oh, this is lovely. I adore the stanza about it journeying home with you (so mythical) in a plastic pail (so simple). I am reminded of Valerie Worth's poem "pebbles" in the way your poem honors this humble treasure. xoReplyDelete
Thanks, Amy, and thanks for this month's challenge!Delete