for that bowl of rice
Frustration, boiling over. This is what this poem is about. It is an old poem, the page it was written on is yellowed now. But the hard pencil strokes, the angry scrawl, are still there. One of my favourites.
It has been a hectic two weeks in the office, absolutely crazy, and it seems like there is no let up in the coming days. I am posting this for Thursdays Poets Rally Week 47.
And, yeah, why I still need to work. :)
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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
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©cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2011
It has been a hectic two weeks in the office, absolutely crazy, and it seems like there is no let up in the coming days. I am posting this for Thursdays Poets Rally Week 47.
And, yeah, why I still need to work. :)
image 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
=================
©cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2011
Labels: frustration, lovesongs, Poetry, Singapore, Thursday Poets' Rally
posted by dsnake1 at 12:13 AM
14 Comments:
perfect build up.
enjoyed it.
Happy Rally.
The raging battle well said! Good one!
for others we must care and do for. sometimes it is so very hard.
hugs
Luna
Hi Jingle
thanks for the kind words. :) i missed the last rally but i am back with this one. :)
Hi Charles
raging battle is a good analogy. let's hope it's not for everyday. :)
thanks for visiting.
Hi luna
yes, sometimes it's so very hard. :)
At the rate things are going around here, few of us can ever afford to not work. :/
The first bit is like an incomplete thought and works because the narrator is just too tired. He's already raised his voice, and it sounds like he's usually in control. Kinda hard not to yell or be harsh sometimes I think, with all the little irritations to an already difficult day!
There's true weariness expressed in this poem. As always I truly admire how you always express so much in so few words.
and further down the road, it will gonna get more hectic & competitive. :(
i wrote this after an outburst at a loved one, the smile was supposed to mitigate the situation, but i wanted to make it known that it's tough putting food on the table.
thanks, Liz, for your analysis of the poem, i really appreciate it. :)
I really enjoyed this and the title drew me right in!
so, the title must be right. :)
thanks for your comments!
The poem itself even sounds weary. Such enormous emotions (dedication, loyalty, self-sacrifice) in such a little poem. Brilliant.
Hi Fountains,
it even sounds weary? so i must be doing it right. :)
thanks for stopping by.
Yes, with the broken speech patterns. :P I actually read this poem to a friend who very recently expressed a similar sentiment. He thought it was brilliant, as well.
Hi Fountains
glad that you found the broken speech patterns helpful. to me, the form or shape of a poem is important, and line breaks are a useful tool to achieve this
i am happy that you read this poem to your friend, and that he liked it too. thanks so much! :)
smart write indeed.
Please join poetry potluck week 42 today,
Feel free to submit random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.
Cheers.
Happy Tuesday.
appreciate your input.
thanks! :)
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