The Pocket Knife

The Pocket Knife

A Poem by Ken e Bujold
"

whittled and shaved to a more pointed view

"

My grandad whittled

his way through stories:


the stiff birch of my imagination

pared by the pocketknife


I asked, “Where have they all gone?

Do you miss them now?”


He answered, “Not so much, I remember

every one...”


Then he laughed, tugged my ear,

and pointed to the shavings.


Ken e Bujold

© 2022

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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Thanks for this remembrance of my Grandpa,
also a whittler, he left me his cherished pocketknife

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

glad to have seeded a memory JD, and am sure you cherish that knife as if it was Arthur's own sword
The shavings represented his memories. Each time he told a story he recalled those who were its subjects. Interesting mnemonic device. I wonder if a similar device could be devised to dispose of those things that we would rather forget. A compostable garbage bag might suffice.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

doubt it john, though I am well aware of many men (and Women) who are hard at work on developing an .. read more
the shavings, the lost loved ones...
missing is a word...if those we loved are still in our hearts...they are always with us.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

indeed they are J
"the stiff birch of my imagination" this is a captivating metaphor.
the whole poem is very visual and "well-carved."
being attached to the transient form of anything can cause grief indeed, whereas recognizing that everything undergoes transformation is a sign of wisdom.
very enjoyable and meaningful poem.


Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

thanks for the thoughtful review Laz. Yes, life is full of transformative stories, we only need to l.. read more
I enjoyed this. There is a song by Texas poet and songwriter Guy Clark titled "The Randall Knife". Your poem reminded me of it. Give it a listen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KY5MOUO464Q

Posted 2 Years Ago


Fabian G. Franklin

2 Years Ago

We have something in common there. I'm a fan of quite a few Texas musicians. And there was a music s.. read more
Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

Texas is deeper in songwriters than it is in oil.
To your list I would add, Bob Wills, Buddy .. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

2 Years Ago

Love them all.
Yes, it's still wood but in a different form after we're through telling them. Nice work, Ken.

Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

thanks W, simple but effective, I was quite happy with how it shaved itself
stories in the shavings
memories in the tales
of bygone days so nicely
expressed within the lines
of this well crafted piece

Nice work

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

thanks for stopping by Fran, glad you enjoyed
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Gee
What a sweet piece Ken.Can see you sitting at his feet as he regaled you with tales of what went before.
As a carpenter nice to see "whittled" used :))

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

my happiest early childhood memories where of him (my father's father) whittling through a lazy day,.. read more

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Added on September 23, 2022
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Ken e Bujold
Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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