Enchanted Flowers

May 5, 2019 at 8:25 pm 1 comment

by Arthur Gregor

She is a flower in the wind.
Her bloom is gone.
The wind must take her petals
one by one.
She brought joys to beholders,
stinging pain to intruders.
Lean stalk of a stem,
the wind once proud of her
now wails in and about her.
The seer cannot see herself.
Dying is the wind’s full grief.


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  • 1. Sam Allen Creative Coach  |  May 24, 2019 at 10:47 am

    Thanks for sharing this stunning poem. Says so much in so few words. I am a Creative Life Coach with a poetry blog and here is one of my recent poems about an umbrella that reminded me of a day with my lovely Dad who I lost in 2015.


    I am also on Instagram as #coachingcreatively, let’s follow each other if you use this medium? You can also find me on Facebook under Sam Allen wearing a bright red and orange hat!

    I love connecting with fellow creatives as you can see!

    Sunny greetings from Switzerland!

    Sam 🙂


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