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Just a Toothpick

just a tooth pick I pick up a toothpick from a half empty glass jar stare at it dreamily actually some where else, absently stroking its texture, this was a tree once birds nested in its branches squirrels stole its acorns hid them, for the hard cold times it was tall and stalwart filled with life. I pick up a rock, I hold a mountain.

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Sherifat Aduku

Date: 11/22/2017 9:40:00 AM

This is creativity. Outstanding! Thanks for your comments.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/22/2017 11:52:00 AM

Thank you for visiting my poems.

J Hamilton Gist

Date: 11/16/2017 3:53:00 PM

Deep, Deep, Deep...yet simple! Nice!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/16/2017 4:41:00 PM

Thank you.

James Edward Lee Sr.

Date: 11/7/2017 3:38:00 PM

So simply, yet true poor little tooth pick. Guess it would have longer life if we use nylon or plastic Ha! Ha! James Great verse

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/7/2017 3:43:00 PM

Thank you for your thoughts.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 10/25/2017 1:22:00 PM

It is so rare that we ponder where the ordinary had once been so extraordinary. I like poetry that makes me think.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/25/2017 1:27:00 PM

Me too! thanks for bringing this poem back to life.

Margaret Franceschini

Date: 10/11/2017 7:17:00 PM

your a true poetess, the birth of a toothpick from the death of a tree! very well done. hugs

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/11/2017 8:43:00 PM

Thank you even the most mundane thing has a history. Thank you.

Michael Trejo

Date: 10/11/2017 1:41:00 PM

picturesque, beautiful

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/11/2017 4:40:00 PM

thank you Michael, welcome to my home.

Jannie Breedt

Date: 10/10/2017 2:02:00 PM

Hi Patricia,this one is another favourite and behold! Do I observe a sonnet here? 14 lines say so. Well done

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/11/2017 4:42:00 PM

Perhaps an accidental sonnet. Thank you Jannie. Hope all is well?

Luis Estable

Date: 10/10/2017 1:50:00 PM

Yes, a tooth pick. You got it right. But what was that tooth pick before it became one? Good thinking from you, and the though is quite poetic! thanks, Luis Estable

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/11/2017 5:09:00 PM

Thank you Luis welcome to my home.

John Fleming

Date: 10/8/2017 12:12:00 AM

Thought I would go back to the beginning...it is always the best place to start. The theme reminds me somewhat of Blake's poem: Auguries of Innocence; try giving it a read...I think you would appreciate it very much, Patricia. Enjoyed your comment below: "We are all made of the stuff that stars are made of". Yes indeed - Starmen! My very warmest regards, Patricia. :) john

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/11/2017 5:10:00 PM

Thank you John will look up the poem.

White Wolf

Date: 9/20/2017 7:27:00 PM

I wanted to check out your first offering to the soup, and am glad I did... Most toothpicks are made from birch wood, but the mighty oak is a regal choice for this poem! This is a poem to remember for me.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/20/2017 7:41:00 PM

I did not know that. I must make it up to the birch tonight for I love them dearly. Thank you for letting me know.

Ricky Muse

Date: 9/17/2017 4:16:00 PM

Wow. Like this. Simple yet thought provoking especially the last two lines. Thanks for sharing................peace!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/17/2017 5:21:00 PM

Glad you liked this poem. There is greatness even in the smallest most inconsequential thing.

Ralph Sergi

Date: 8/26/2017 6:44:00 PM

Hi Patrcia: Beautiful history of the tree . a metaphor of our evolution?

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/26/2017 6:47:00 PM

Hi Ralph thank you. I find many tales within the wee things in life

Line Gauthier

Date: 8/26/2017 4:11:00 PM

Very good. Great imagery. Love your poem. Thanks for sharing.

Niall Fulham

Date: 8/15/2017 3:19:00 AM

Hi Patricia , having a look at your first , something so small and your imagination so big seeing a mountain and a big tree brilliant well penned my friend::)))hugs

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 8/9/2017 8:41:00 AM

Second read. Thought I better leave a "wow." No, make that two WOWS! ~ john

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/9/2017 8:46:00 AM

Thank you John it is one of my favourite things to do. I appreciate your second read.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 8/2/2017 12:04:00 PM

I love this.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/9/2017 8:47:00 AM

You are so kind to love this little thought.

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 8/2/2017 1:57:00 AM

...or hold a seed into your palm and hold a forest or generations of forests. If only through your eyes the world could be seen my new friend, Patricia! Welcome. Superb writing, wondrous thinking!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/2/2017 8:51:00 AM

We are all made of the stuff that stars are made of; even so we do not respect the mother of us all. Every day miracles are taking place before our very eyes but we are blind. Thank you for commenting. Patricia

Darren White

Date: 6/20/2017 12:39:00 AM

Lovely Free Verse. I enjoyed your poem, welcome to PoetrySoup :)

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/2/2017 8:53:00 AM

Thank you for the welcome and comment. i am happy that you found enjoyment

Chris Green

Date: 6/19/2017 5:35:00 PM

I really enjoyed this, I love the way you se thing in this poem.

Jan Allison

Date: 6/19/2017 10:16:00 AM

Wise words indeed Patricia:-) If I hold my hand out and capture I raindrop i am holding an ocean:-)hugs Jan xx