Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.
Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is poem 1 of 7 of “a Chekhovian Suite” inspired by Anton Chekhov’s “The Cherry Orchard” 🍒
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Priya Tomar, Damaso, Tristan Robert Lange, RSM0812, Cheeky Missy, Salvia.S
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Comments11
Hauntingly beautiful to say more would be to ruin it.
Thanks Soren, let’s not jinx it🕊🙏🏻
Surely I have no need to know the complexities of Chekov's play to appreciate this as a statement of beauty and loss?
'Look forward to the remaining six.
Ah, thank you… no pressure applied… anticipation rises🕊🕊
The usual 2/3 with eyes open wide and not much else…
Short, sweet and beautiful, enjoyed the read
Thanks kindly, PL/TN🙏🏻🕊
You are very welcome
A lament indeed, such a flourishing beauty brutally interrupted by that cold sounding word: steel. Where once an orchard...? A heartfelt verse of loss composed with poetic elegance and a doleful heart. Wholly excellent. Very well done, Arqios.
Wishing you all the very best.
Tony.
That blade of steel whose edge decimates with a slicing force fuelled by its wielded. Thanks Tony. Your valuable comment has completed this poem. Much appreciated for the closure🕊🙏🏻
Oh, so fine, soft, and sophisticated. A beautiful story that equally leaves me intrigued. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing. Best regards.
Thanks Damaso, quite exciting to read your response. Perhaps we can explore this intrigue, sometime🙏🏻🕊️
This, my friend, is an elegy on the edge of collapse. That opening..."Morning mist drapes each blossom / like a bride reluctant to wake”...set the whole tone in motion for me and, then, "steel will bite bark and bloom" chilled me. Gentle, weary, full of inevitable parting. You've pulled Chekhov’s quiet ache into the natural world, and it lingers with grace and grief. Looking forward to seeing how the suite unfolds. 🌹👏
Oh yeh.. I've got to get that in working order, here. The navigations of "my poems" section can be a bit tough on the eyes/brain that I end up doing something other than what I had first intended. Bahaha... age does not become me as much as I have hoped.
Yeah. It's not becoming me either! Go figure! LOL! Who or what designed life this way? 🤣
You're guess is as good as mine!😂
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Beautiful
Thanks Tony, good to hear from you as always 🕊️🙏🏻
You're welcome
Def a favorite
Thanks so much for the Fave @RSM0812 most wholeheartedly appreciated🙏🏻🕊️
This is a beautifully poignant and layered poem — elegaic & rich with imagery.
Thanks so much Salvia. So good to hear from you, as always. 🕊️🙏🏻
a touching and beautiful poem..lovely imagery
Thanks kindly dear Safina🕊️🙏🏻
it's my pleasure
have a great day
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