Treasure Island

Allen Steble

(20/04/1987)

Rice


If I had to I'd live off rice
Through famines of the land
Sleeping cold on shards of ice
Much turmoil sought through sand
To get through flares of misery
Seeking comfort through troubles
to live and not just survive
Snatching each passing air bubble
Needless to say it would suffice
To live on simple plain white rice

Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Aldrich Suarez (5/23/2013 3:09:00 AM)

    maybe this poem is about rice and famine, but something I learned through it.....stay away from risk...good write :) (Report) Reply

  • Scott First (5/21/2013 5:17:00 AM)

    i like this poem alot.it reminds me of the buddha sitting by the river as a bowl of rice floats upstream. (Report) Reply

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