Adding to Pablo Neruda's Odes to Common Things

As part of my revision process for my poems, Dr. Marj advised me to read Pablo Neruda's Odes to Common Things. I am actually more of the Imagist type but sometimes I tend to fall on my common mistake of making my metaphor illustrative, which weakens my poems. I find Neruda's book very useful and of big help in revising my poems. At the same time, I enjoyed reading it. I have this one favorite, "Ode to the Spoon".

Spoon,
scoop
formed
by man's
most ancient hand,
in your design
of metal or wood
we still see
the shape
of the first
palm
to which
water
imparted
coolness
and savage
blood,
the throb
of bonfires and the hunt.

Little
spoon
in an
infant's
tiny hand,
you raise
to his mouth
the earth's
most
ancient
kiss,
silent heritage
of the first water to sing
on lips that later lay
buried beneath the sand.

To this hollow space,
detached from the palm of our hand,
someone
added
a make-believe wooden
arm,
and
spoons
started turning up
all over the world
in ever
more
perfect
form,
spoons made for
moving
between bowl and ruby-red lips
or flying
from thin soups
to hungry men's careless mouths.

Yes,
spoon:
at mankind's side
you have climbed
mountains,
swept down rivers,
populated
ships and cities,
castles and kitchens:
but
the hard part
of your life's journey
is to plunge
into the poor man's plate,
and into his mouth.

And so the coming
of the new life
that,
fighting and singing,
we preach,
will be a coming of soup bowls,
a perfect panoply
of spoons.
An ocean of steam rising from pots
in a world
without hunger,
and a total mobilization of spoons,
will shed light where once was darkness
shining on plates spread all over the table
like contented flowers.

I was thinking, maybe I could add one on Neruda's odes. How about Ode to the Toothbrush?