
Old Cigar Boxes Photo from pinterest.com
cigar box secrets
possessions with
powers of privacy
curious objects of
preadolescence
talisman childhood
artifacts taken as
innocent prisoners
of quiet discovery
culled from adventures
and escapades
brimming with fantasy
compass and whistle
flint arrowheads
penknife and snake
rattle fossils and
seashells a dragon
tooth world war two
carbine shell feathers
and rocks with some
eye-catching features
a dinosaur knuckle
a rabbit’s foot coins
from a buccaneer’s lair
all tucked in their
art-paneled vaults
among sneakers
and baseball gear
guarded by underbed
mists of incipient
unformed tomorrows
every possible future
just waits to emerge
from shadow to shape
that will someday
put all of these prized
secret treasures aside
Hoot man, now that’s some cool stuff, we had some cigar smoking folks in our family who’d love to remember these boxes…neat idea thanks for the divergent thinking regards greg
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my pleasure, greg
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Thanks Paul, mine too! What a neat idea you displayed, it evokes much goodness in my memories…Shalom g
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Great friend!
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thanks kindly
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I gave up cigars when I gave up the finance industry many years ago – I rather fancy one right now! The boxes and your sublime words say it all! Also that has rather put the mockers on the piece I’ve been working on regarding Churchill!
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I suspect WC had a mighty collection of boxes
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And yet when I pull out my cigar box I am instantly transported back to the magic of those days and sometimes that gives me the strength to know I can face tomorrow.
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love that thought
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THanks!
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Significant memories lie hidden in insignificant treasures . . . Thank you for the reminder!
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touchstones to what was
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Your command of language is such a delight in such poems. “Guarded by underbed mists” is just fabulous–“unformed tomorrows” waiting to “emerge from shadow to shape”–wow, wow, wow! Makes me want to step into the poem and just hide out for the day.
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oh that tickles me no end
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Good, I’ve done my job!
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Know anybody that wants old ammo boxes with brass?
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ha ha – I have plenty of my own, thanks
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Wonderful. Had a cigar box like that with much of the same boyhood artifacts, and now my boys do too!
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the cycle of life
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Reblogged this on muddled musings of a mangled mind and commented:
I remember my cigar boxes were El Producto and King Edward Imperial and White Owl
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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no problem…it has to be seen. all of us guys in this age bracket had the cigar box treasure chest….it’s like peter pan…we just need to be reminded of it.
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I forgot all about that part of childhood. Kind Edwards, El Producto and White Owl were the boxes I had for my treasures. thanks for reminding me of this Paul…such memories.
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my pleasure, Roger
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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A treasure-trove of the past and our possessions, dreams, ideals – which gradually changes into the present view of a lost childhood – well, almost lost – loved the cigar boxes; one of our open-mic fellows turned up with a cigar-box-instrument (3-string version) to our beloved Art House last-year and the sound (and smell) were something else. Thank you, Paul, for this read. Graeme:)
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wow – never heard of it used as an instrument – very cool
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Reblogged this on Graeme Sandford and commented:
Paul brings a touch of the past to the present – a gift.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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You are very welcome, Paul, I really like your word / picture conbinations – Graeme;)
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Cigar boxes for you, cookie for me! Or my grand-mother’s old “jewelry box”… love this! Must share…
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we kids do love our “collections”
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Reblogged this on A Delectable Life and commented:
I have discovered a new poet and just had to share one of his latest. This one really struck a chord with me.
Enjoy!
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Oh so wonderful!!!!!!!
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thanks kindly
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You’re kindly welcomed. 🙂
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This poems serves to remind me of how much more we have in common than in difference. Nice piece, Paul.
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glad that it had that effect on you
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I had a wooden cigar box. O such memories you have brought to me! Thank you, Paul!
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love to stir the memory pot
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Great!
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thanks kindly
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That brought back some great memories!
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glad that it worked for you
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I love this, especially the last verse that links past memories with future possibilities. You also remind me of my sons and their saved treasures.
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so glad to know that it worked for you
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I like this Paul. As a young girl growing up, finding a cigar box was a treasure in itself! Loved them!
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they often had the most lovely artwork
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So very very cool! I used to use cigar boxes for the same things!
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great minds think alike…
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Yes indeed.
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