(6) Firs’ Last Watch
I stand bent like ancient pine,
silent sentinel of every dawn.
My masters’ footsteps haunt these paths—
once sure, now hollow with absence.
I mind neither time nor tombstone,
only the weight of what was home.
When the last tree falls, I’ll fall too,
rootless, waiting in winter’s hush.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Almost done. 6/7 of the Cherry Orchard suite.
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Quite sure many will be happy this is over and done with. I may or may not put up the epilogue poem but 7/7 is in sight and will end the series
It may not fare well but there is no resolve but to go through and complete what has been commenced...
I could not agree more...and for what it\'s worth...fuck how it fares! (Meant in the most encouraging and best of ways, my friend.) You are a true artist and poet and I appreciate and value that tons! Hey, and you are a pretty rockin' human being too, let me not leave that out! 🤣
All in good faith, most accepted, friend. Good to have a friend's back in stuff like this. Let's rock on! Nothing is left out.👍
Totally!
This poem has a very haunting quality to it. It has a sense of finality as well, it is as vague as the fog and speaks with a sense of being ancient and entitlement to the land itself. It feels final and being the last of a type. Very nice Cryptic
Thanks Soren, indeed it is the end of the line, of a type. Thank you so much for seeing this through. We shall now move on to other things. 🕊️
This has quite a sad and haunting feel to it, standing guard over what was home, knowing that soon he will be gone as well. Nicely expressed and written
Thank you kindly dear friend. ...we shall now prepare to move on to other themes. 🕊️🙏🏻
You are very welcome
A fine write, arqios. Good read.
Thank you kind Jerry, your visits and warm words are very encouraging and very much valued. 🙏🏻🕊️
We may be looking at a moving of dates for the Epilogue of the cherry orchard suite. It kinda feels like a Broadway flop in some ways. But then again, you can't win it all and we can't really please everyone all at once. Let's keep on keeping on.🕊️🙏🏻
Rik, this holds the weight of centuries in just a handful of lines. It feels like the earth speaking…rooted in grief, but loyal to memory. That final couplet is both quiet and devastating. You’re carving something timeless in this suite, I mean that. I, for one, have not tired of this and do look forward to part 7...and the epilogue! 😊 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave, my friend.
Good write pine, erm, A. lol.
Thanks birch, uhm, O. 🕊️🙏🏻
Fascinating, intriguing, and rather chilling. The tree thus personified is an interesting commentator on his circumstances. Beautifully rendered with exceptional imagery and a curious poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Fine Analogy, Well Written.
Thanks Kevin. 🕊️🙏🏻
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