In the washing up liquid
a fastener clip snapped off
from an old plastic box lid.
I hadn’t looked at it for years
it had been with me, quietly
storing condiments and candied fruit
like treasures, like secrets.
I examined it again closely today
and the seal was intact
three other clips worked
it could still hold its magic
it would serve its purpose.
At the base was a rough grainy patch
under my finger - a small leftover blob
of glue from the long-ago stripped tag
that no-one had managed to scrub off;
a fine mesh of accumulated dust clung to it
much like time does to love.
Well, it's February. Red heart time. Which I propose to observe in my own way, as I do most years. I'm going to shun the explicit, the dramatic, the OTT and embrace the mundane. Much poetry in the mundane, I have only to look for it. And. Pay. Attention.
Mundane? You? Trying to envision it. This should be interesting.
ReplyDeleteYup, me. Minus the exclamation marks. :)
DeleteNot mundane at all. That's a quiet moment we all experience at some point.
ReplyDeleteStanding by for all the quiet moments...
DeleteIf you think this mundane, the future is ready to explode in wonders. Get ready to Enjoy...
ReplyDeleteOh, much wonder and enjoyment in the mundane too.
Deletemundane on your terms shall prove exotic
ReplyDeletesometimes the seeds of 'exotic' lurk just under the soil of 'mundane' - at least that's been my experience so far :)
DeleteI'm impressed with your mundane object today, Nila. I once watched a doco on Indian people sorting rubbish and not wasting ANYTHING. I was soooooooooo impressed. It was poetry to watch. And inspirational when you live in a throwaway society.
ReplyDeleteGetting excited for WEP? I'm all ready!! Woo hoo...
Don't get me started on that :) I hoard the most spectacularly useless stuff for years till hubby gets fed up and throws them away, or a country move does that for him :) Seriously though, India is not a throwaway society, we tend to a have a small, affluent, globalised slice into a high degree of consumerism, and a large slab below them who are recyclers par excellence!
DeleteI don't have my WEP ready yet but getting there...have the bones, must flesh it out. This month it's going to be an awesome WEPfest! :-)
Hi Nila - I thought your blob was washing up liquid stuck forever ... never to be used ... but no 'twas glue. Mundane can amuse us, educate us, turn us towards happy thoughts ... or just make a memory - I'll have that this week ... bits of glue - can see them now! Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteMundane is restful, unhurried, content - everyday happiness. The mundane teaches me a whole heap of things always, pretty useful generally.
DeleteHope you have a lovely week and make great memories.
What a lovely take on how the mundane can inspire. Enjoy the rest of your week. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your warm words. The mundane does often inspire if I let it. Hope your week's going well.
DeleteHello Jen,
ReplyDeleteThat is indeed a beautiful, precious memory to have of yours grandmother's - so blessed to be able to look at her handwriting daily and feel her presence! I can completely understand why you refuse to take it off - I wouldn't either. And I agree on the small and mundane stuff filling up our lives with joy too - absolutely! The little things count, and mostly count as much if not more than the one-off spectacular gestures.
Thank you so much for stopping by and for your warm words, reading about your grandmother's tupperware first thing in the morning, has truly added a glow to my day as I start it off here.
Look forward to seeing you at the WEP soon, so pleased that you plan to be there. Have a great weekend!