Telling Treasures #SOLC18 #PoetryFriday

For this fourth SOLC/Poetry Friday mashup, I return to poems written during Laura Shovan’s 6th Annual February Daily Poem Project (ekphrastic poetry this year). Some of the objects or images presented during the challenge prompted us to write poems that provide a glimpse into ourselves and our lives. Bev Langill shared this lovely cedar bark basket with porcupine quill design that she created during a native craft course. It reminded me of a small basket I brought home from a life-changing trip to Uganda. It sits on my dresser and holds the tiniest of treasures. While I don’t open the basket often enough, each artifact of my life that lives inside, holds significant meaning to me.

Tiny treasures

What are your treasures? Where do they make their home? What can they tell us about you?


This post is part of the annual month-long Slice of Life writing challenge organized by Two Writing Teachers. Join us! It’s my second year of Slicing in the challenge. (If you want to take a peek at the Padlet of writing ideas I’ve created, I’m happy to share. Click here! It grows every day.) And it’s Poetry Friday, too. The fabulous Laura Purdie Salas is hosting over at Writing the World for Kids. I hope you’ll stop by there as well and learn about her wonderful fact-filled new book, Meet the Family! Animal Babies and Their Families.

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14 thoughts on “Telling Treasures #SOLC18 #PoetryFriday

  1. I love this poem. It is filled with emotion and feelings – or maybe I am moved reading this post.
    Your posts have encouraged me to consider joining the Friday posting of poems.


  2. I enjoyed reading your poem again, as I did in February. You’ve crafted the listing so well. I’m intrigued by your hint of a “life-changing trip to Uganda.”


  3. I loved it before, and now again, Christie. You make me wonder about all the things that I treasure, small trinkets that hold memories. Thanks!


  4. Christie,

    Coins from faraway places…

    The little basket reminds me of the hats worn by some people in India.

    You asked, what are my treasures? Where do they stay?
    Simple. My kids are my treasure pleasure. Rest is just fluff.

    Happy writing.



  5. I love your poem, Christie. I didn’t read any of the poems responding to this piece of art as it’s one of the few I didn’t respond to in February. I have this vague hope I’ll return and do so…some day. At any rate, I’m glad you shared your poem here so I could enjoy it. Simple and rich with emotion. Lovely.


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