SOL16 #25/31 -
I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community for Day Twenty-Five of Thirty-One of the Slice of Life Challenge in March. Thank you Stacey, Tara, Anna, Betsy, Dana, Kathleen, Beth, and Deb. 
And, it's Poetry Friday, today hosted by Heidi Mordhorst at her blog, My Juicy Little Universe. Heidi is also sharing a poem for Michelle Barnes' challenge. See the explanation below.
Every month, Michelle H. Barnes at Today's Little Ditty interviews a special guest who offered a poetry challenge. This month, this guest is Amy Ludwig VanDerwater from The Poem Farm. Here are Michelle's words about the challenge: "Amy has challenged us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought. Click HERE for more details."
Amy is a master when writing about small things. I know she sees things I miss, and celebrates them often in her poems. I do try to notice, but often they skip right by.
This time I wrote a poem about something my granddaughter Ingrid has noticed. She visits me at least once a week, if not more, and each time she tells me how sorry she feels for the wire wastebasket in my office. All the hours at my house, whenever trash is concerned, she "feeds" this basket, hoping it won't feel lonely anymore. Ingrid is a child who holds many things, mostly living ones, close to her heart, but others, too. She makes sure she visits the extra bedrooms that are not used very much. She hugs the stuffed animals, and pats the large ceramic dog that sits in my living room. I am grateful for her eyes. She notices, as Amy asks, the small things.
The Lonely Wastebasket
A woeful wire wastebasket
sits lonely by my desk,
dejected and rejected.
Waiting for work.
Crumpled scraps of abandoned
words
find home with another group
nearby.
In the kitchen,
a charming red metal can
holds a colorful collage of trash,
ripe for making assorted
acquaintances.
Linda Baie ©All Rights
Reserved
Methinks that Ingrid is a poet like her grandma! Oh, I want to put something in that basket too...right through my screen. She will love knowing that you wrote this, if not now, then someday. I suspect there is and will continue to grow a pile of Ingrid poems... "Waiting for work." I love that. Thank you for sharing this, Linda. xo
ReplyDeleteThanks, Amy, It never occurred to me that wastebaskets would be lonely, but Ingrid has caused me to look at things in a new light.
DeleteShe visits the extra bedrooms that are not used very much--what an open and sensitive heart!
ReplyDeleteI know. She is very thoughtful.
DeleteIngrid has a keen and generous eye!
ReplyDeleteI never thought about my kitchen trash can that way, but it is certainly "ripe for making assorted acquaintances"!
Thanks Tabatha, mine too!
DeleteThat Ingrid's a special one! Her heart is going to take her to some special places in her life... and not just unused bedrooms. I am grateful to YOUR eyes, Linda, for capturing a small wastebasket's loneliness in such a big-hearted poem! Love the last line especially, that not only pulls the whole poem together, but ends my reading with a smile.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle, new eyes is one thing that Ingrid brings to me.
DeleteI'm with Michelle on this one. The last line struck me as being so thoughtful as if the wastebasket was really feeling the pangs of being alone. I am glad to have read this after another frustrating hour with various techs about my continuing issues.
DeleteThanks, Carol, I just saw your comment. I hope your tech issues are gone soon!
DeleteYour slice reminded me of an Estonian children book where a child feeds the wastebasket trash because this inspires the basket to create poetry.
ReplyDeleteWow, it's nearly the same idea, Terje. How wonderful that there is a similar story. Thanks for telling me.
DeleteYour poem allows us to see the ordinary through your Ingrid's eyes. Thank you for sharing the poem, and her, with us today!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Chris. This particular idea of Ingrid's is one I needed to capture.
DeleteOh, Ingrid... sweetness! And that hungry, lonely wastebasket... wonderful. Thank you, Linda. xo
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Irene. It was fun to do.
DeleteThat first stanza is just begging to be read aloud, love the sounds each word makes, but still creates such a vivid picture. Ingrid does have a gentle heart for all things.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elsie, yes, she does. It was fun writing this about and for her.
DeleteAs everyone else says, what a special, special little girl! What a big heart!! She touches my heart so much.
ReplyDeleteAnd by the way Linda, your poem is awesome too ;-)!
Thanks, Lynn, and I agree, Ingrid is special.
DeleteOh to see through the eyes of a child once again. Who knew a wastebasket has a life. Thanks for spotlighting something we all have in our houses but rarely give any thought to.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, never a thought except to 'empty'. Ingrid thinks of this every time, too.
DeleteQuite a snow you had, Linda! Ingrid might be interested in my poem called "Tactoscope" from Squeeze, which imagines a tool that shows every spot that has never been touched. Ingrid would want to lay her ministering hands, wouldn't she?
ReplyDeleteI will look for the poem, Heidi, exactly the type of thinking that fits. Yes, the snow was huge, & more coming tonight, just a bit though.
DeleteThank you so much for sharing the poem and its back story. As much as your granddaughter is a gift to you, you are even more so a gift to her. Oh, to be understood and appreciated, when being sensitive can be derided and dismissed. You and your granddaughter: a match made in Heaven! God bless you both; I look forward to reading more of your shared poetic insights. Thank you again!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, CB. I am one who shares with the grandchildren, but they are always opening my eyes to new things, too.
DeleteIngrid is very perceptive! Better keep her around as much as you can to provide all that inspiration!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it fun, Matt? I'm sure you appreciate this because of the age of your own children. New ways to look!
DeleteLoved hearing about Ingrid. What a sweet, caring child. I can see why you treasure her company and her ability to notice the small things adults never even consider. Thanks for the thought-provoking poem -- I fear my wastebaskets feel they are overfed and wish to be empty sometimes. :)
ReplyDeleteNow we might always think of those baskets in need, whether empty or full to the brim, Jama. Fun to think of yours!
DeleteI am putting in my wishing hat a request for a granddaughter like Ingird someday. What a treasure!
ReplyDeleteI hope your wish comes true, Margaret. I am lucky to have Ingrid & two other special grandchildren, too.
DeleteWhat an insightful and soulful child, Linda. You are both lucky to have found each other. My kids open my eyes daily to things I take for granted. If only we could retain that wonder.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it be lovely indeed, Brenda. I guess we do lose much of it as we grow up. Thanks.
DeleteLove this line: "ripe for making assorted acquaintances."
ReplyDeleteAnd love Ingrid's view of the world. We need to keep our small hearts available for seeing the little things.
Thanks, Julieanne, our view needs widening I think, to look at things in different ways.
DeleteWhat an extraordinary noticing by your granddaughter! How dear! Loved this.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Maureen. Hope the travel is going well.
DeleteHow sweet Ingrid is to worry about an empty wastebasket! I love the idea of words making new acquaintances in there. Thanks for sharing, Linda!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Catherine, it was very fun to write.
DeleteWhat a caring heart, Ingrid has! So lucky she is to get to spend time with you so often. Love the waiting for work line and the collage of bits in the kitchan can.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lee Ann, fun to imagine my dear wastebasket being sad. And yes, Ingrid is such a thoughtful young girl.
DeletePrecious little Ingrid. I love this line, "Crumpled scraps of abandoned words." I bet you could learn a lot about someone's garbage can.
ReplyDeleteBetsy, de-constructing bags of trash is something I actually have done with students, a simulated archaeological dig. But it never occurred to me to think of a trash can feeling lonely or ignored.
DeleteWhat a sweetheart your Ingrid is! Poor lonely wastebasket!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carol for the sympathy!
DeleteAwww, soooo sweet! Thank you for capturing her thoughtfulness in such a delightful poem! (I have always loved personification!)
ReplyDeleteFun isn't it? Thanks, Jennifer.
DeleteI love your Ingrid's imagination! And a fun poem, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Doraine. Imagination is a great thing, isn't it?
DeleteHow lovely to see your granddaughter's compassion! I love your poem, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ruth, Ingrid is so thoughtful, she reminds us to do more every day.
Delete