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
Lovely! What this said to me was that the imbibing was done and the meal would follow Adeline
The two lines first and the two last speak a lot...heart stirring...thank you
Such a lonely ambiance. Perfectly stitched togther. Short and straight. Very good
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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...