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Never Only Yours

Carry the weight of the world you, a sharecropper in lonesome field plowing along in the expanse hoping and praying your daily yield. 'It's too much to bear, it isn't fair' restful thoughts heard you say 'please, take it away!' Was never yours, the long, windswept rows you planted, they watched as your crop grew.. They were always there an ancestral lot, yours bound to them and them to you. Your heavy burden, does it feel lighter? Rejoice, for they carry it for you now. They always will, and they always, have. (I vow)

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Sotto Poet

Date: 8/23/2023 6:46:00 AM

The writing was excellent. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this beautiful poem. It was meaningful and lovely. Thanks for your kind words on my page

Deb M

Date: 8/16/2023 5:06:00 AM

A very meaningful and lovely poem Quoth…..really enjoyed! Debx

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/16/2023 6:54:00 PM

Hi Deb, Thank you, glad you enjoyed it. May all your ancestors treat you kind. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/15/2023 12:37:00 PM

what a great message in this poem. I was thinking maybe it was one of the unusual forms for contests going on, but it looks like you wrote a regular free verse.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/16/2023 6:53:00 PM

Hi Andrea, Thank you, still trying to find some time for contests. Still learning. -Richard

The Situation

Date: 8/13/2023 1:50:00 PM

I have tried to plow a straight row behind a plow. with my Grandfather watching. So this poem means much to me. And it says you have experinced the same thing.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/16/2023 6:51:00 PM

TS, Thanks, your comment means as much to me. The Amish farmers always seem to plow the straightest rows. -Richard

Heidi Sands

Date: 8/12/2023 11:28:00 AM

A nice poem Richard. I felt like I was there. It is quite freeing at the end too. :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/12/2023 5:33:00 PM

Hello Heidi, Glad you liked it. This poem came from thoughts on a quiet evening. Are we all alone in this world or is someone watching over. Not only by faith and theological beliefs, but our blood relatives and ancestors. Prayers for the town of Lahaina, Hawaii and for those that lost something/someone/everything. -Richard

Tom Woody

Date: 8/12/2023 6:13:00 AM

Hey Richard, been a while. Interesting little ditty on a sharecropper life

Tom Woody
Date: 8/13/2023 2:59:00 PM

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/12/2023 5:33:00 PM

Hi Tom, Thanks for stopping by. Sharecropping; hard work in the best of times even with good weather. Have you read John Grisham's novel 'A Painted House'? -Richard