Martin Swords

Rookie (9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

A Bowl Of Rice Always - Poem by Martin Swords

A fractured home
A distanced heartache

A chopstick, an empty cup
A windchime in a garden

A bowl of rice
Always the small things





Martin Swords
May 2009


Comments about A Bowl Of Rice Always by Martin Swords

  • Adeline Foster Adeline Foster (9/20/2009 1:31:00 PM)

    Lovely! What this said to me was that the imbibing was done and the meal would follow
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  • Sonya Florentino (9/6/2009 10:11:00 PM)

    the pea...underneath the mattresses...? (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan Indira Renganathan (8/15/2009 9:26:00 AM)

    The two lines first and the two last speak a lot...heart stirring...thank you (Report) Reply

  • Siglinde Good (7/21/2009 3:57:00 AM)

    Such a lonely ambiance. Perfectly stitched togther. Short and straight. Very good (Report) Reply

  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (5/31/2009 8:52:00 AM)

    I felt a sense of melancholy when I saw these words and items left on a white page. They spoke volumes that many often complicated words cannot emulate. 10 Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • Jasmin Whyte (5/26/2009 12:02:00 PM)

    insightful words, getting straight to the core. It's the small things that say it all (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm Fay Slimm (5/23/2009 1:04:00 AM)

    Always and seemingly ever the small things in any time or aid are given to such as you highlight here Martin - - what shame on us all... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 22, 2009



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