(3) Lopakhin’s Reflection
Sunlight glints off ledger pages,
figures humming of houses by the lake.
I remember my mother’s back bent in soil,
her voice soft as turning earth.
Now I hold purchase and promise—
a blade to fell roots, a key to gilded gates.
Guilt settles in this bargain:
freedom bought with another’s loss.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here we catch a flash of development and pecuniary ambitions. 3/7 of the Cherry Orchard suite.
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Comments2
Nostalgic and tender this poem speaks to the soul of the past and what it has left us. A fave
Some things we do and live with the consequences. Thanks Soren. 🕊️🙏🏻
Most welcome Cryptic
A lovely write of nostalgia, a hint of sadness at what ones has gained by the loss of someone, nicely expressed and written
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