A Bowl Of Rice Always Poem by Martin Swords

A Bowl Of Rice Always

Rating: 4.8


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 OF THE POEM
Fay Slimm 23 May 2009

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...

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Adeline Foster 20 September 2009

Lovely! What this said to me was that the imbibing was done and the meal would follow Adeline

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Sonya Florentino 06 September 2009

the pea...underneath the mattresses...?

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Indira Renganathan 15 August 2009

The two lines first and the two last speak a lot...heart stirring...thank you

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Siglinde Good 21 July 2009

Such a lonely ambiance. Perfectly stitched togther. Short and straight. Very good

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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

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Martin Swords

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Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland
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