Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


See and share Beautiful Nature Photos and amazing photos of interesting places



Quote of the Day

Quote Left"The harder you work, the luckier you get."Quote Right

by Gary Player

  |  Comment

My Old Friend the Pocket Knife

Charles Henderson Avatar Charles Henderson - LIFETIME Premium Member Charles Henderson - Premium MemberPremium Member Send Soup Mail Go to Poets Blog Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled My Old Friend the Pocket Knife which was written by poet Charles Henderson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Charles Henderson

Best Charles Henderson Poems

+ Fav Poet

My Old Friend the Pocket Knife

My old friend, my "Uncle Henry" knife, has been with me most of my days.  No matter what, through thick and thin, I have had him in my pocket for sixty-four years.  I received my first knife the same day I received my first wallet.  I lost the wallet the same day I received it.  It was a sad ending for a nice birthday, October 5, 1948. 

elated
the young man soars --
milestone

Yes, just as one of those rides turned upside down my wallet fell, inside was change from a ten dollar bill.  A bitter lesson, but one well learned.  The gift from my dad --money I had saved.  I also lost my newly gained stature ...the grown-up I now thought I was.  Reaching into my front pocket I gained reassurance that at least the knife was still there.  It was, and since then, I have had one with me everywhere except where they are not allowed.

my knife 
with me always --
security blanket

Oh it’s only used for minor things, like picking out a splinter or briar.  I also use it opening letters.  You know- -things like that.  But strange as it sounds, when I don’t have it on me I no longer feel whole, like something is missing.  I have developed a strange attachment to it.  More than an attachment it is a feeling of kinship.   I have had many in my lifetime.  Some I lost the day they came out of the box.  But, no matter how many, each one is still my one and only knife, my Uncle Henry.   And for some reason, I feel, I have never had but one--  the one I have now.


note: This is modern haiku.  It is very subjective to my feelings now of the emotions I had then.  It may be factual or not but represents my remembrance of the event and the value I now place on it.

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment
  1. Date: 2/10/2013 2:16:00 PM
    Congrats on your win in the contest..Sara

  1. Date: 2/6/2013 2:49:00 PM
    Takes me back, my brother had a knife that he was never without. Enjoyed your poem. congrats. BG

  1. Date: 2/6/2013 11:55:00 AM
    Congrats on your win in the contest. This storyline brought a pleasant memory to me. My husband always carried his as well. I had to take it out of the chest I had it stored, and memories soared...bittersweet. Excellent story telling and I like your haiku. Thanks for sharing this wonderful read.

  1. Date: 2/6/2013 4:01:00 AM
    Big congrats Charles xx

  1. Date: 2/5/2013 11:16:00 PM
    Excellent write,nice presentation.Congrats on your win in this interesting contest. Ride on pal.

  1. Date: 2/5/2013 7:02:00 PM
    I love hearing tales of your youth you should do one of how you and Carolyn fell in love for the Spring one? I am so pleased you entered. Congrad's Light & Love

  1. Date: 2/5/2013 5:02:00 PM
    This is excellent, I think I will start carrying one myself. Congrats on win!

  1. Date: 2/5/2013 3:00:00 PM
    Might I suggest bring the WHOLE write into the present tense? It will make it even more immediate and involving for the reader and mesh better with the haiku concept. [even though the haiku MOMENT is in the past we reveal it as if we were there in the MOMENT] Light & Love

  1. Date: 1/29/2013 12:22:00 PM
    Charles, not long ago someone gave me a pocket knife that had all sorts of attachments. I doubt I will ever use it, but it sounds like yours was precious for sentimental value as well as its utilitarian value. I can only stay on the computer a short time, but it is nice to see your words again. Beautifully written! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 1/28/2013 3:50:00 AM
    Charles this comment is on your poetic skills, and that indeed will never be questioned,, these are excellent!!!!!!

  1. Date: 1/28/2013 1:43:00 AM
    Hi Charles we all get attached to something in our lives, had a pen knife my self once like this, all the best Owen

  1. Date: 1/28/2013 12:47:00 AM
    Su thanks for catching my typos. With a singular subject I almost always follow with a singular descriptor/comparitor. Have been back into this small piece many times for corrections. Don't know why. Thanks again.

    Richards Avatar Suzette Richards
    Date: 1/28/2013 9:50:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    You are welcome :-)
  1. Date: 1/28/2013 12:35:00 AM
    Most of us have an item which has only intrinsic value to us. As I said in the blog: the plural ("blankets') I find does not fit in with the picture of your personal attachment to this item. You are inviting the audience to share your experience and (perhaps) projecting your feelings onto other people by the use of the plural. If you should change it to the singular, you would retain the personal message - as I think you had intended. Good haiku is not literal, but has many layers- such as yours.

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 5:41:00 PM
    I love this. I feel the same way about my wife and I take her everywhere I go except where wives aren't allowed.

    Richards Avatar Suzette Richards
    Date: 1/28/2013 12:35:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    lol
  1. Date: 1/27/2013 2:03:00 PM
    The message (the image) is clear...dont worry about it. Good luck in Deborah's contest! Ruben.

  1. Date: 1/26/2013 9:21:00 PM
    This is a tremendous write my friend! I am amazed at your love for this knife is and the connection you had with it. I understand that! It's just like a wallet is to me! I have to have my wallet at all times, it's just a part of me! I really loved reading this delightful piece this evening! What an enlightening poem, Great Work!!