I've owned this world of dirt and it has owned me
Broken bottles, a torn shirt, fading foam on the sea
I've had a wife of flesh and she owned me
At the end of a days thresh all I had was borrowed felicity
Interest paid on mediocrity, a sharecropper of death
We own nothing but hypocrisy, not even our own breath
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..Excellent word play, on the gives and takes of life thatβs often spiritually consuming
Thank you so much for the read and comment. As always they are deeply appreciated.
Good write SB. Sounds like KP and my marriage. heehee.
Thanks Orchi that sounds rather grim hope things improve on the Homefront
The imagery of broken bottles and a torn shirt suggests a life marked by struggle and loss, while references to a "wife of flesh" and "borrowed felicity" indicate a complex relationship with love and happiness.
A keen eye on the wording my friend. Thanks so much for the read and interpretation it is most appreciated
A message well said and so true
Thank you so much for the read and kind words they are most appreciated
This is so true of all of us whether we recognise it or not. A Fave ποΈπ
Thank you so much Cryptic your words mean a lot
Most welcome dear friend ππ»ποΈ
My friend, that line about being a sharecropper of deathβ¦ that one shakes loose the whole poem. It names the cost without flinching. Love it, Soren! Well done!πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Thanks my friend I appreciate your read and comment. It means a lot
You are most welcome!
In the end, nothing turns out the way we imagined. Life runs over us with the good and the bad. An interesting piece of work.
Thank you Carlos for the review it is most appreciated
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return to God who gave it.
Indeed a powerful saying and so shall it be.
Let's wait serenely the last crop...
Wait we must serene or not and that last crop comes sooner than most plan. Thanks for the read it is appreciated Lorenz
The Ledger of life. Nice one.
Thank you so much for the read and understanding comment.
what a layered poem o existential disenchantment.
Thank you so much Aman for this condensed interpretation of this piece. Yes indeed in the brightness of the sun one will see their shadow.
To my mind this is so sad as my life is the reverse of this soren, I have been so lucky to live a fine life.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy for the read. To appreciate the sweet one must taste the bitter. It is by differences that joy is measured.
Powerful text. Nice writing
Thank you for your review and words of support they are most appreciated
Is a good poem, it was White very well at the end of day, with a truth messsage.
Thank you very much Jorge I appreciate your read and kind words. They are most appreciated
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