Thursday, February 5, 2015

Spotlight on David Elliott + DMC Challenge


DAVID ELLIOTT
          Photo: Michael Seamans

David Elliott is the author of many picture books and novels for young people, including The New York Times bestselling And Here’s to You!. Other books include The Transmogrification of Roscoe Wizzle; Finn Throws a Fit; this ORQ. (he cave boy.); and the poetry series, On the Farm, In the Wild, In the Sea, and On the Wing. Among the many honors his books have received are The International Reading Association Children’s Choice Award, Bank Street College Best of the Best, Chicago Public Library Best of the Best, New York Public Library Best Books for Children, ALA Notable, and the Parents’ Guide to Media Award.  Currently, David has eight books in production, including a YA novel in verse to be published by Houghton in 2017.  He lives in New Hampshire with his wife and their Dandie Dinmont terrier, Queequeg.

When I approached David about being on the blog, I couldn't decide whether I wanted to feature his delightful picture book, this ORQ. (he cave boy.) (who wouldn't want a woolly mammoth to love this Valentine's Day?) or On the Wing, his captivating children's poetry collection about birds. I presented the options to David and hoped he wouldn't come back with, "Whatever you want is fine, Michelle." He chose On the Wing. Crisis averted.

ON THE WING
Candlewick Press, September 2014
ISBN: 978-0763653248
Click HERE* to order.

*Note from David: "I'd be happy to personalize. In the
comment section, folks should write DAVID ELLIOTT
and also how they'd like the book signed or inscribed.
For example, 'Book–On the Wing' 'Inscription–to Michelle'."





So now I am privileged to tell you all about this gorgeous book of bird poems! I've always liked birds... until I lived in Australia. Then I fell in love with them. Truly. Madly. Deeply. In love. Trust me, the birdsong alone is worth the cost of airfare. David included two Australian birds in this 16-poem collection – the bowerbird and the Australian pelican – as well as other backyard and more exotic favorites. As it happens, neither of the Aussie birds David chose to write about have much of a singing voice, but they are interesting characters nonetheless. The bowerbird is more of a mimic than a singer. My husband likes to tell the story of one who sounded just like a truck changing gears while going uphill. The pelicans we came across preferred to chomp down on little girls' fingers. Had David known about the run-in my daughter had on her third birthday, his poem might have turned out differently.... but I digress.

Even if you're not a birdwatcher, a bird-listener, or any other type of bird enthusiast, after reading this collection you will, at the very least, have newfound respect for their different personalities.  David's poetry makes certain of that.  His wit and wordplay combine with a detailed focus and competent understanding of avian character to create short verse that is concise, graceful, amusing, and unforgettable. Becca Stadtlander's glorious illustrations are also vivid and absorbing, as she expertly reflects the character and tone of each bird and poem. The result is an engaging collection that children will ask for again and again.

Delighted to have you join us at Today's Little Ditty, David! 

Shall we get started? I expect TLD fans know the routine by now. We always begin with five favorites:

Favorite Childhood Memory:  
Playing Ghost in the Graveyard (a kind of backwards hide-and-seek) with the Defenbaughs, the Piatts, the Kennedys.
Favorite Music:  
Mozart, especially the operas. And Handel’s vocal music. But I love a good folk song, too. And old Broadway tunes. (I’m so not cool.) Gershwin. Noel Coward. Those guys. I grew up singing Baptist hymns. I learned about meter and rhyme from those beautiful, old songs.
Favorite Quote:  
Was it Katherine Paterson who wrote that living well is harder than writing well? 
Michelle: Yes, that's right. Here's the quote from Katherine Paterson's Gates of Excellence: On Reading and Writing Books for Children:
“If we marvel at the artist who has written a great book, we must marvel more at those people whose lives are works of art and who don't even know it, who wouldn't believe it if they were told. However hard work good writing may be, it is easier than good living." 
I love the inherent sense of perspective in that, and the implied warning about keeping one’s ego in line. 

A quote I always share with my students at Lesley’s Low Res MFA Program in Creative Writing is from the great E. L. Doctorow: 
"Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way."
Recently, I've been thinking of a quote a friend sent me. It's by Wallace Stegner: 
“…it is a reduction of our humanity to hide from pain, our own or others.”                                                                                                                                               
Favorite Poet: 
I love the work of Wislawa Symborska. My favorite of hers is, “A Little Bit About the Soul”. 
Recently, I’ve been on a Richard Wilbur kick. Here is 
Flying

Treetops are not so high
Nor I so low
That I don’t instinctively know
How it would be to fly
(Read the whole poem at The Writer's Almanac)                                         
Favorite Book: 
It would be impossible for me to say which book is my absolute favorite, but the children’s book I think comes closest to perfection is TUCK EVERLASTING.  There is so much to admire (and emulate) in this little masterpiece. 

First, its craft. The Prologue alone is a master class in what writing can be, what it can do.  And then there is that central image of the wheel. I’m astounded at the way the book’s architecture supports this image. It begins on the road into Treegap and concludes on the same road, but this time, we are leaving. In other words, Babbitt has structured the narrative itself as a rolling wheel. It’s genius. 

But more than that, I love what I perceive to be Natalie Babbitt’s intention in the book. I think it was Lewis Carroll who described fairy tales as “love gifts”. For a long time, I puzzled over what that might mean. Love gift. And then it hit me. One of the reasons fairy tales have stayed with us for so long is because they give us a choice. We can read them as stories. (This happened. Then this happened. Then this happened. ) And though the stories often strike us as weird – She turned into a what? – they always satisfy. But when we’re ready we can also read them as comforting and honest (a difficult combination) symbolic expressions of great human truths.  Natalie Babbitt gives us this choice in TUCK, at its heart an extended fairy tale. We can read it as an exciting story about a girl and the fountain of youth. Or, if were ready, we can read it at a much deeper level, taking from it a beautiful, but solemn truth about the human condition. TUCK is surely a gift of love, a love gift.

What inspires you to write for children and/or what do you enjoy most about being a children's author?
This is a difficult question because the truth is I don’t know. If we want to take a psychological route, perhaps we might find an analogy in the wisdom of Emily Dickinson. “Mirth is the mail of anguish,” says she. But let’s not take that route. Let me just say that I feel incredibly privileged to do what I do, and take as seriously as I know how the immense responsibility of writing for people who are still developing physiologically, psychologically, emotionally, spiritually.

"I feel incredibly privileged to do what I do..." –David Elliott

The Great Sendak once famously said that he didn’t write for children. He just wrote and then someone told him who it was for.  As much as I admire The Master – and make no mistake about it, I do – I find this disheartening. What is wrong with saying outright that we write for kids?  Are we afraid the world won’t consider us real writers? And so what if it doesn’t? I sometimes wonder if the entire industry hasn’t become infected with an inferiority complex.

Uh-oh. I can feel myself going into Crackpot Mode. Next question, please.

You have amazing versatility as a storyteller. Last fall you had three children’s books released within six weeks of each other: a poetry collection: On the Wing (Candlewick Press); a picture book: this ORQ. [he cave boy.] (Boyds Mills Press); and a young adult novella: Forever and Ever (GemmaMedia). What is your secret to juggling different projects simultaneously?
Attention Deficit Disorder? ( I might not be kidding.)

What was the biggest challenge you faced in writing On the Wing?
Each of the books in the poetry series (one more on its way) has presented a different set of challenges.  I can think of three right off the bat for ON THE WING.
1) In my feeble imagination, all birds had the same set-up. Beaks. Feathers. Wings. Real, real interesting. 
2) There are so many of them! How to choose fewer than twenty? 
3) I knew nothing – and when I say nothing, I mean nothing, no thing! – about birds. But then, as I began to read and watch and listen to them, both in my yard and on YouTube, etc., they all became interesting. This compounded my difficulties greatly.
In the end, I chose the birds based on a couple of criteria. The first was very personal: The bird had to get to me in some way. I don’t know how to explain this really except to say that if I were going to write about it, I had to have something I wanted to say, a feeling I could shape into words. I also kept in mind something my great editor for the series, Elizabeth Bicknell, said when we were working on the second book, IN THE WILD. We were talking about the poem for the zebra, the first iteration of which focused on guess what? Stripes. “Stripes?” Liz said with an inflection that only the British seem to be able to pull off. “Oh, David! Can’t you think of anything new to say?” This was tough to hear, but very, very smart. This idea, then, became my benchmark, trying to say something new, or at the very least, in a new way.

IN THE WILD, text © David Elliott, illustration © Holly Meade (click to enlarge)

As lovely as the antelope,
as lovely and as fast,
but Antelope
is always first
and Zebra always last.

They say that's just the ordered way,
unchangeable, and yet
I wish we had, 
for Zebra's sake,
a different alphabet.

               ~ David Elliott, In the Wild

The second criterion was easier. I wanted to be sure to give the illustrator plenty to work with. That meant selecting birds of various sizes, varying plumage, different environments and habits.  While we are all heartbroken to lose Holly [Holly Meade, Caldecott Medalist and illustrator for ON THE FARM, IN THE WILD, and IN THE SEA, who passed away in 2013], I want to say that Becca did a beautiful job. I couldn’t be happier with the illustrations.

But the poems are not just about birds. They are also very much about language. I wanted to demonstrate for children the power, the beauty, the resilience, the playfulness, the extravagance, the economy of their language. I wanted to imply that there is meaning, too, in what isn’t said. I wanted to show children how  malleable their language is, how it can be shaped into a form, and how the form itself can have meaning. All that and more. It’s up to others to judge how successful I’ve been, but that’s what I was striving for. It’s what I’m always trying to do.

Would you share a selection from On the Wing? 
Here's "The Cardinal," in honor of Valentine's Day:

ON THE WING, text © David Elliott, illustration © Becca Stadtlander (click to enlarge)

The Cardinal

He's a hotshot
valentine.
She's a Plain Jane.
But one without
the other . . .
a song with no refrain.

               ~ David Elliott, On the Wing

If you were a bird, what kind would you be?
Well, I’m afraid of heights, so I wouldn’t be one of those majestic, soaring types. And I’m a homebody, so nothing too exotic. I love crows, their intelligence, their assertive blackness. But that voice! That’s a problem. (I wanted to be an opera singer.) Some of my smart-aleck friends – they’re all smart-alecks, by the way – might suggest a mockingbird. I wouldn’t mind that really because of the way those lovely birds sing. And sing. And sing.

What’s coming up next for you?
Currently, I have eight books in various stages of production. All of them coming out in the next two or three years. I’m also working on a novel in verse that will be published by Houghton in 2017.  It’s one of those outside-the-box projects, so I feel very, very fortunate to have signed it up with the brilliant Kate O’Sullivan at Houghton. (Also thank you to my incredible agent, Kelly Sonnack at ABLA.) I’m just finishing up a middle-grade novel that I’ve been working on in one way or another for about five years, and I always have a picture book or two  rattling around in my head. I’d like to do a book of ghost stories one day.  Eventually, I’d like to get around to some creative nonfiction for adults.


David Elliott's "novel" beginning

"I was in the first grade. I wish I had that
shirt today.  (Note comb in pocket.)
That snazzy haircut, by the way, was called
The Pineapple."
If you had all the world’s children in one room, what would you tell them?  

The responsibility of such a thing is almost beyond the powers of my imagination. I guess I would tell them that each of their lives is a like a book with a beginning, middle and end. I would say that like any book, some of the chapters will be wonderful and, like any book, some of the chapters will be difficult. I would tell them to expect surprises, all kinds of surprises, big and small, welcome and otherwise. I would tell them to have hope, especially when the situation seems hopeless. And I would suggest that a sense of humor can get them through almost anything. I would tell them that kindness is a strength and that courage is sometimes silent. I would tell them to take each other's hand and not let go.
  
 


... hmm? Oh, sorry. I was cleaning up the mess from where my heart melted all over the floor. All set now. Please tell us what you have chosen as this month’s ditty challenge.
A Letter Poem. Write a letter to a bird, an animal, an object of your choice. The letter may be one of affection, of inquiry, of complaint. It should look like a letter with a salutation, closing and signature, but internally should follow a rhyme scheme of your choice. Research your chosen topic first, even if it is as familiar to you as a spoon. Often, it is some quirky piece of information that will point you in the right direction. As an example, you might want to look at "The Orangutan" from IN THE WILD: 
Dear Orangutan,

Three cheers to you, man of the forest.
You arrived here long before us.
You paved the way; you saw it through.
How nice to have someone like you
sitting in our family tree.

Sincerely, from your cousin,
Me
In that poem, "man of the forest" is an English translation from the Malay orang utan. Good luck!
And they say letter writing is a lost art. Pshaw! Sounds to me like another great DMC challenge!

Ready poets? 
Grab your quill and parchment...

The Letter, Alfred Stevens, Public Domain

I eagerly await your replies.

Throughout the month, send your letter poems to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. For children under 13 who would like to participate, please read my COPPA compliance statement located below the contact form.

TO MY BLOGGER FRIENDS:
Thank you for publishing your poems on your own blogs– I love that!  Would you also please send me a copy of your poem or a direct link to your post? That way I know I won't miss it, and I also know that I have your permission to post on Today's Little Ditty.

Some poems may be published on the blog as daily ditties, but all of them will appear in a wrap-up post on February 27th, 2015. And, yes, your wish is my command. As extra incentive, David has generously offered a personalized copy of On the Wing to one lucky participant, chosen randomly at the end of the month!

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, insights, and personality with us today, David. It's been such a pleasure to interview you!

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Allow me to extend one more THANK YOU to everyone who participated in last month's ditty challenge, brought to us by Joyce Sidman.  The turnout was fantastic and the Deeper Wisdom poems were truly inspired!

Random.org has determined that the winner of WINTER BEES & Other Poems of the Cold by Joyce Sidman and illustrated by Rick Allen is: 

KATIE GAST  – congratulations Katie!


Today's Poetry Friday roundup is being hosted by the talented Liz Steinglass.



Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Monday, February 2, 2015

The Difference A Ditty Can Make




Hey look! My little ditty on the streets of Albany, NY!

Thanks to Lisa Clark for helping those in need with scarves and hats, and to Renée LaTulippe for putting the call out to poets for witty ditties to go with them. I'm delighted to play a small part in spreading warmth and kindness.



Friday, January 30, 2015

January DMC Wrap-Up + Giveaway


"Wisdom – Seeds of Light" by Hartwig HKD


At the beginning of this month, Joyce Sidman challenged us to try out a new verse form called a "Deeper Wisdom" poem.  Based on "What Do the Trees Know?" from WINTER BEES & Other Poems of the Cold, the form invites poets to state six greater Truths that are known to any given object, animate or inanimate.

Photo: © Kathleen Wilke, used by permission
At first the poems trickled in, but after about two weeks, it was as if some higher power opened the floodgates. From potato chips, to cuttlefish, to the stars in the heavens, a high tide of poems rushed forth, each carrying the gift of fresh perspective and deeper wisdom. As readers, we can all benefit from the expanded communal knowledge.  

Thank you, Joyce, for the opportunity to gather and celebrate so many Deeper Wisdom poems in one place.



All poems are copyright 2015, published with permission of the authors, who control all rights.




DEEPER WISDOM FROM THE SKY...

WHAT DOES THE SNOW KNOW?
     by Buffy Silverman

What does the snow know?
     To blanket the field with a whispery hush. 
     White’s the best backdrop for cardinal’s bright blush.
     Secrets are spilled in the tracks by the brush.

What does the snow know?
     Feeding a stream helps it ripple and rush.
     Beauty will fade and transform into slush.
     You’ve worn out your welcome when earth turns to mush.


                              WHAT DOES THE RAIN KNOW?
                                   by Jone Rush MacCulloch

                              What does the rain know?
                                   Sponge clouds gathering moisture
                                   School children running between raindrops
                                   The pop-up gardens of umbrellas.

                              What does the rain know?
                                   The wind whispering secrets
                                   School children with open mouths catching raindrops
                                   The beginning and end of rainbows.


WHAT DOES THE WIND KNOW?
     by Sydney O'Neill

What does the wind know?
     That daunting peaks will weather low.
     Roots resist the gusting snow.
     Updrafts lead to vertigo.

What does the wind know?
     To blow seeds off so they may grow.
     Falling leaves still do-si-do.
     Playful breezes make hearts glow. 


                                                                      WHAT DO THE STARS KNOW?
                                                                            by Jan Gars

                                                                      What do the stars know?
                                                                           To sprinkle stardust on dreamers below
                                                                           The history of mankind long-ago
                                                                           How to set the night aglow.

                                                                      What do the stars know?
                                                                           How to eulogize the hunter and his foe
                                                                           How to course lost sailors as they go
                                                                           To illuminate the canvas of Van Gogh. 


                                                                      WHAT DO THE CLOUDS KNOW?
                                                                            by Jan Gars

                                                                      What do the clouds know?
                                                                           To drift on summer’s breezes to-and-fro
                                                                           To cry the rain of springtime making flowers grow
                                                                           In winter how to blanket earth with falling snow.
 
                                                                     What do the clouds know?
                                                                           To stratify the heavens drifting high and low
                                                                           To shelter from the blazing sun the fawn and doe
                                                                           That morphing shapes paint sky’s portfolio.

THE SNOW CLOUDS KNOW
     by Matt Forrest Esenwine

What’s born above will soon be gone
to comfort what it falls upon.
Beauty blooms before the dawn;
this the snow clouds know.

Limbs are weak; snow is strong.
Days are short; nights are long.
Coyote sings a lonesome song;
this the snow clouds know.



                              WHAT DO THE SUNBEAMS KNOW?
                                   by Keri Collins Lewis

                              What do the sunbeams know?
                                   To dance with the ocean at dawn,
                                   and kiss a child’s nose with freckles,
                                   then snuggle with a napping cat.

                              What do the sunbeams know?
                                   To show themselves after the rain
                                   and wrap the heavens in colorful ribbons
                                   before trading places with the moon. 



                                                             WHAT DOES A STAR KNOW?
                                                                  by Peter Barnes  
                                                                       (I'm so proud of my poetic astronomer husband!)

                                                             What does a star know?
                                                                  To gather tendrils strewn with might,
                                                                  Richness, warming, sculpting light.
                                                                  Nuclear messengers in flight.

                                                             What does a star know?
                                                                  Grains and ices, planets growing,
                                                                  Children forming, becoming, knowing,
                                                                  Galactic seedlings for the sowing.



THE EARTH...

           WHAT DO RIVERS KNOW?
               by JoAnn Early Macken

          What do rivers know?
               To carve our paths through rock, through snow
               To carry everything in tow
               When ice forms, how to slip below

          What do rivers know?
               Dams are temporary, so
               Whatever happens, we still flow
               We find—or make—a way to go


                                   WHAT DOES A SEED KNOW?
                                        by Loree Griffin Burns

                                   What does a seed know?
                                        I do not fear the ice and snow.
                                        I trust the urge to rest and stow.
                                        In the dead of winter, life only slows.

                                   What does a seed know?
                                        The day will come again to sow.
                                        With earth and sun and rain I’ll grow
                                        and everything I need, I know.


                                                             WHAT DOES A SEED KNOW?
                                                                  by Tricia Stohr-Hunt

                                                             What does a seed know?
                                                                  To reach for sun, the warmth and light
                                                                  to wait until the time is right
                                                                  to send shoots through the earth.

                                                             What does a seed know?
                                                                   That germination takes some time
                                                                   that soon enough the stem will climb
                                                                   that flowers mark rebirth.


                                                                                      WHAT DO ICICLES KNOW?
                                                                                           by Tabatha Yeatts

                                                                                      What do icicles know?

                                                                                      Harden fast inside the cold.
                                                                                      Night rejuvenates your hold.

                                                                                      Sharp points don't always wound.
                                                                                      Dissolution is presumed.

                                                                                      Draw new drops into the fold.
                                                                                      Fragility can still be bold.


                                        WHAT A ROCK KNOWS
                                             by Maria Gianferrari

                                        What A Rock Knows:

                                        A rock
                                        Gray and unglamorous
                                        Take a closer look:

                                        Sitting on the sand
                                        Polished by waves
                                        Bleached by the sun
                                        Smooth and rough
                                        It’s heaven in my hand

                                        A rock
                                        Skimming the water’s surface
                                        And sinking
                                        Enveloped in mud
                                        Accepting algae

                                        A rock
                                        Kicked on the road
                                        Rolling sideways
                                        A pocket rock

                                        Gray and unglamorous
                                        But it endures,
                                        And just is.


AND THE OCEANS.

WHAT DOES A SEASHELL KNOW?
     by Matthew, 5th grade

What does a seashell know?
It doesn’t know the Pythagorean Theorem
Or how to count by fives,
But it knows the ocean’s feelings.
It’s felt the sea god’s cries.
It knows it has an owner.
It knows that it’s a shield.
It has one life purpose—
to make the sea assassins yield.










                              WHAT DO SEASHELLS KNOW?
                                   by Catherine Flynn

                              What Do Seashells Know?
                                   To turn their bones inside out,
                                   and spin a swirling castle,
                                   armed with turrets and spikes.

                             What Do Seashells Know?
                                   To nestle within lustrous walls,
                                   tinged pink, like the sky at dawn,
                                   safe inside their sea-borne home.


                                                             WHAT DO THE WAVES KNOW?
                                                                  by Jan Gars

                                                             What do the waves know?
                                                                  That creatures lurk in the depths below
                                                                  The raging fury of the gales that blow
                                                                  The fate of captured pirate ships in tow.

                                                            What do the waves know?
                                                                  That drops of spray in sunlight glow
                                                                  The truth of tales that sailors sew
                                                                  How the shoreline’s etched by ebb and flow.


 
DEEPER WISDOM FROM ANIMALS...

WHAT DO HENS KNOW?
     by Katie Gast

What do hens know?
     Morning call is one cock’s crow.
     Their feed is scattered to and fro
     and all their eggs go to gateau.

What do hens know?
     To find a spot far from the flow,
     to hide their nests so chicks can grow
     to brood, to cluck, to let them go.


                              WHAT DO CUTTLEFISH KNOW?
                                   by Susannah Buhrman-Deever

                              What do cuttlefish know?
                                   We wear our wishes on our skin
                                   Truth and lies are tales we spin
                                   Sometimes we hide so we can win

                              What do cuttlefish know?
                                   Passions rise and then they dim
                                   We feel the world and take it in
                                   And show its colors in our skin



WHAT DO THE HAWKS KNOW?
     by Keri Collins Lewis

What do the hawks know?
     To wait and watch, then zoom and munch.
     Talons pack a one-two punch.
     Not all prey has the same crisp crunch.

What do the hawks know?
     When spring winds blow, act on a hunch.
     Feathers may ruffle, wings bunch.
     Not every effort results in lunch.

                                                                                  WHAT DO GEESE KNOW?
                                                                                       by Joy Acey

                                                                                  What do geese know?
                                                                                       To fly south before they smell snow.
                                                                                       To eat grubs from lakes down below.
                                                                                       To listen for hunter's guns as they blow.

                                                                                  What do geese know?
                                                                                       Flying a "V" makes a good show.
                                                                                       Honking formation as they go.
                                                                                       To feel the river as it flows.


WHAT DO HUMMINGBIRDS KNOW?
     by Maria Marshall

What do hummingbirds know?
     To zip and zoom thru the skies.
     The irrelevance of size.
     And life’s ephemeral disguise.

What do hummingbirds know?
     To sing regardless of your tone. 
     Be prepared to defend one’s own.
     And treasure sunny moments alone.


                                                 WHAT DO THE SQUIRRELS KNOW?
                                                      by Michelle Kogan

                                                 What do the squirrels know?
                                                      Self-reliant survival all on their own,
                                                      Rambunctious escapades above and below
                                                      Tenacious memories for treats that they stow.

                                                 What do the squirrels know?
                                                      Danger alert alarms spread fast and then slow,
                                                      Detecting leads to environments unknowns,
                                                      We encroach on their homes without quid pro quo.


AND FROM THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

WHAT DOES A CHILD KNOW?
     by Linda Baie

What does a child know?
     At school, you line up in a row.
     A ball’s to bounce and catch and throw,
     and most things happened long ago.

What does a child know?
     Of whispers saying ‘grow, grow’,
     but yearns to learn the facts that show
     why minutes travel awful slow.


                              WHAT DO MOTHERS KNOW?
                                   by Kristi Dee Veitenheimer

                              What do mothers know?
                                   The sweet scent of baby shampoo after bathtime.
                                   Soft breaths tickling the neck.
                                   The rhythmic rocking of baby nodding off to sleep.
 
                              What do mothers know?
                                   The belly-laugh of a happy child.
                                   Sticky kisses smack on the lips.
                                   Handprints on the window panes that will be gone way too soon.



WHAT DO MOMS KNOW? 
by Charles Waters

What do Moms know?
For all their persistence
Plus all of our resistance
They happened to be right –
You can get further in life
By being polite.

What do Moms know?
When you finish your business
There’s a kindness that can’t be beat,
Every time a boy puts down
The toilet seat.

What do Moms know?
Being cool doesn’t mean
Making rude gestures,
Acting obscene.
By studying hard,
Doing our chores,
We’re transformed
Into coolness, plus,
Close friends and family
Will start to believe in us.

What do Moms know?
The way we treat women
Is a reflection
Of how we view our mother.
I would never disrespect my queen,
Neither would any true brother.

What do Moms know?
Be polite, be aware,
Study hard, never stare,
Respect all women,
Do the best you can,
Then you might have a shot
At being a man.


                              WHAT DO FAIRY TALES KNOW?
                                   by LeeAnn Blankenship

                              What do Fairy Tales Know?
                                   That each person’s a prince with his own charming ways,
                                   Or a beautiful princess whose talents amaze,
                                   And that stories can teach for the length of our days.
                     
                              What do Fairy Tales Know?
                                   That the good are rewarded, and pure love is true,
                                   That courage and kindness are traits to pursue,
                                   And that fairy-tale endings can happen to you.


                                                              WHAT THE CAT LADY KNOWS
                                                                   by Diane Mayr

                                                              What the cat lady knows...

                                                              About clocks:
                                                              A cat is a morning's best alarm;
                                                              ignore its meow at risk of harm.

                                                              About feline food:
                                                              They love it, love it, love it
                                                              'til they hate it, hate it, hate it.

                                                              About stuff:
                                                              Never place it near an edge,
                                                              be it coffee cup, keys, phone, or veg.

                                                              About herself:
                                                              She knows that the term, "cat lady,"
                                                              will always be preceded by "crazy."

                                                              What the cat knows...

                                                              About the cat lady:
                                                              She's sometimes cranky if I clean my butt all spanky.
                                                              You refuse my kiss? What's up with this, you crazy lady?


DEEPER WISDOM FROM FOOD...

WHAT DO POTATO CHIPS KNOW?
     by Mary Lee Hahn

What do potato chips know?
     You can't resist us.
     There's power in crispness.
     Grease is delicious.

What do potato chips know?
     Our stay is brief.
     Life needs treats.
     Occasionally, salty conquers sweet.



                                        WHAT DO THE BEANS KNOW?
                                             by Joy Acey

                                       What do the beans know?
                                            Lima, Kidney, Navy, Pinto
                                            When they grow, they're not slow.
                                            Vines reach high, stay down low
                                            Where they grasp is where they go.

                                       What do the beans know?
                                            Wrapped in the blanket of a burrito
                                            Or nestled inside of a taco.
                                            Music plays wherever they go.
                                            And oh, the smell when we blow.



AND OTHER UNCOMMONLY COMMON OBJECTS.

THE WISDOM OF A TEACUP
     by Elizabeth Steinglass


What does a teacup know?
     One fine dress is all you need.
     Waiting gives you time to dream.
     You are your best company.

What does a teacup know?
     A steaming cup draws people in,
     slows down time, and warms a chill.
    Those well-loved bear a well-loved chip.



                               WHAT DOES THE MAGIC 8 BALL KNOW?
                                    by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes

                               What does the Magic 8 Ball know?
                                    Without a doubt
                                    Cannot predict now.
                                    Reply hazy, try again.

                               What does the Magic 8 Ball know?
                                    My sources say…
                                    Don’t count on it.
                                    It is decidedly so.



WHAT DOES THE KNIFE KNOW?
     by Heidi Mordhorst

What does the knife know?
     Red tautness of tomato's skin.
     Garlic's shallot's onion's kin.
     Juicy slick of vitamin.  
     Jolt of pit or stone within.

What does the knife know?
     Tender coarseness of the crumb.
     Whack of steel on boarden drum.
     Whorl and loop don't armor thumb.

     Better bleeding cut than numb.

                                                                                          WHAT DOES THE PEN KNOW?
                                                                                               by Jan Gars

                                                                                          What does the pen know?
                                                                                               Rhymes that are absurd
                                                                                               The still unspoken word
                                                                                               Stories never heard.

                                                                                          What does the pen know?
                                                                                               Poetry unwritten
                                                                                               Odes of heart that’s smitten
                                                                                               Prose that makes love grow.



                              HOW DOES THE CLOCK FEEL?
                                   by Joy Acey

                              How does the clock feel?
                                   To tick and tock and then to peal.
                                   Being watched 'til the next meal.
                                   Time is something that's not real.

                              How does the clock feel?
                                    At his tolling, people kneel.
                                    Wounds are things time can heal.
                                    Moments are what people steal.



                              HOW DOES THE BOOK FEEL AT NIGHT?
                                   by Joy Acey

                              How does the book feel at night?
                                   Knows his reader needs a light
                                   Turns each page, hoping for white.
                                   Dog-ears corners out of sight.

                              How does the book feel at night?
                                   Does anyone care about his plight?
                                   Knows the e-reader can cause blight.
                                   There's something to learn here, if you might.



                                                                WHAT DO WINTER SHOVELS KNOW?
                                                                     by Carol Varsalona

                                                                What do winter shovels know?
                                                                     To slice the new-fallen, glistening snow-
                                                                     Creating mounds away to go-
                                                                     Protecting humans from what nature bestows.

                                                                What do winter shovels know?
                                                                     That children enjoy making tracks-
                                                                     Undoing parents' diligent acts-
                                                                     Creating wonders of icy packs. 


Well.  That's probably enough enlightenment for one day, don't you think?

If you're feeling inspired, you have until tomorrow, January 31st, to send your Deeper Wisdom poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.

Participants in this month's challenge will be automatically entered to win an autographed copy of Joyce Sidman's newest collection of children's poetry, WINTER BEES & Other Poems of the Cold. (One entry per participant, not per poem.)

Alternatively, you may enter the giveaway by commenting below.  If you contribute a poem and comment below you will earn two entries in total. Comments must be received by Tuesday, February 3rd.


The winner will be determined by Random.org and announced next Friday, February 6th, when we reveal our new Spotlight ON interview and ditty challenge.  Good luck!

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Today's Poetry Friday roundup is being hosted by Paul at These 4 Corners.