for that bowl of rice
Going through my old, yellowed journals, I found this little piece of writing. I was surprised, that even 15 years ago, I could occasionally come out with some forceful words. I think it was about some frustrations boiling over. I just did a bit of editing, and here it is.
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for that bowl of rice
maybe
it was the sum
of all the little
tiring journeys
adding up
or the
proverbial straw
i do not really
mean to
raise my voice
i smile
but
who knows the lead in my heart
i trudge miles
for that bowl of rice
and
not for me alone.
written 13.09.92
revised 16.06.07
=================
image enhanced by dsnake1
from a photo from imageafter.com
for that bowl of rice
maybe
it was the sum
of all the little
tiring journeys
adding up
or the
proverbial straw
i do not really
mean to
raise my voice
i smile
but
who knows the lead in my heart
i trudge miles
for that bowl of rice
and
not for me alone.
written 13.09.92
revised 16.06.07
=================
Labels: frustration, Poetry, Work
posted by dsnake1 at 10:49 AM
17 Comments:
i can feel the bitterness...
well done.
The day to day gets old, but the belly demands its due. Yep, well done!!
cool.
The smile implied a supressed anger just leaked a little, to me anyhow...
Cool, good stuff.
Life is tough. I think the frustration comes through; it is never just about one thing that causes a person to snap.
==
i trudge miles
for that bowl of rice
and
not for me alone.
==
This invoked a powerful image for me. We don't always strive to survive for ourselves alone.
- Liz
polona,
thanks!
at that time, i feel i was going nowhere in my career.
pat,
that belly still demands its due. well said. :)
inconsequential,
yes, the smile is to mitigate the anger just shown. :)
Liz,
i think you see the feelings involved in this piece. :)
Thanks for your wonderful comments.
i have another angry piece coming up, about the 2% gst hike. :)
love the way in which you have compressed so much narrative into this short poem
thank you
floots,
thanks for the kind comments. :)
this touched me. love the raw imagery of proverbial straws and almost frustration at journeys of survival one is sometimes forced to take, not just for self but because of someone else. a powerful write effectively moving readers by its brevity and clarity. i do believe this going to be my favorite from your works.
rax,
thank you.
the other day when i came across it in my old journals, i told myself, wow, was i that bitter and frustrated that day? the heavy scrawl of the penciled words on paper indicated that it must be.
so glad that you like this poem. :)
Hmm ...
>>Hmm...
hey pal, it is good, no? :)
Very profound...
very beautifully put!!!
Excellent, I will c & P this to your site on my multiply which has place for things like this, The durians have started to fall, will be full season by July!
gautami,
thank you!
magiceye
thank you.
Kianseng,
ah, durians! thanks for your offer. :)
Frustration accompanying adult responsiblity weighs mighty heavily on one's shoulders. Expressed well. Especially admire figurative use of "I trudge miles for that bowl of rice."
hi GEL,
thank you.
you know how tough life can be sometimes..:)
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