Wednesday, February 5, 2020






A WOMAN I ONCE KNEW



When she saw him, she saw a mirage
Life-giving water of her life
Slayer of all discontent
Passion beyond the sacred
Happiness with no beginning or end

Until his betrayal

Then she saw hell incarnate
Not just in him, but in herself
Hate was her air
One day she even rejected flowers
From a love wishing child
The flowers humbly wilted
But their spirits remained
To bathe her in miracle perfume

Slowly, what we call time, passed
She, like most, didn't know
That flowers' spirits are always Now
She breathed their scent
Enough to transcend pain
Enough to learn, to live
To love her friends
Then she died
Became what some call an angel
Though in fact
An angel is a flower




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12 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviFebruary 5, 2020 at 9:18 AM

    Oh Myrna this is incredibly touching!!💝 I love the association of flowers with healing and the idea that when one passes away they become an angel, a flower. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!💝

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 5, 2020 at 10:16 AM

    I love that the spirits of flowers remain after they die...possibly like we humans, if only for a time? She lived a sad story. Thankfully time did its work and she regained her love of life.

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  3. Gillena CoxFebruary 5, 2020 at 12:02 PM

    Luv the fakry tale mood used in this story of betrayal

    Happy Wednesday

    Much💝love

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  4. Elephant's ChildFebruary 5, 2020 at 1:18 PM

    I love your final line.
    For me it is trees who are angels. Wise, all knowing angels. Beautiful angels.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 5, 2020 at 1:42 PM

    A tender story, sweetly told. And I so love the last line!

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  6. Susie ClevengerFebruary 5, 2020 at 2:53 PM

    Yes, I love the idea of a flower spirit remaining with us. Lovely story

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  7. indybevFebruary 5, 2020 at 4:51 PM

    What a thought-provoking poem! Beautiful.

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  8. Kim M. RussellFebruary 6, 2020 at 12:02 AM

    That’s a powerful line, Myrna: ‘Hate was her air’, and I love the idea of flower spirits and their miracle perfume.

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  9. Old EggFebruary 6, 2020 at 3:45 AM

    What an great view formed by your words in this piece Myrna; beautiful!

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  10. RommyFebruary 6, 2020 at 1:54 PM

    This has the feel of a fable. It's sad how one person's actions can leave a poisoned miasma behind. But we have the ability to spread good energy to counteract that.

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  11. purplepeninportland.comFebruary 6, 2020 at 2:57 PM

    Angel flower spirits. What could be more lovely?

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  12. Joel (@Stranded Tree)February 6, 2020 at 8:36 PM

    A wonderful build up to the last line and and interesting thought of "An angel is a flower." Well done

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