In 1977 in North Olmsted, Ohio a 17 year old girl, named Yvonne Regler went to work at a local gas station/convenience store on a sunny summer afternoon- and just disappeared. The money was still in the till. She left her purse behind. There were no signs of foul play…
Like a wisp of smoke
trailing from the wick
of an outed candle,
she disappeared silently..
Slipped, from the light
into the dark..
The scent
of the burning wax
remained in the air
(an acceptable amount of time-
as we tucked ourselves away
safely in our soft suburban beds)
and then, like she-
was gone- without a trace…
Yet
sometimes when I breath
the tender curl
of her waxen smoke
reappears
as if from nowhere..
It will fill the air,
then just as quickly-
once again, be gone..
A gentle reminder
of an ordinary girl
on an ordinary day
in an ordinary place-
on extraordinary journey..
Long since removed
but never quite forgotten….
Posted for MLMM Prompt: Harbinger
Sad. Too many have disappeared into the nothing.
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So true kanzen. I feel honored to have personal memory of one of them so I can keep her story alive.
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Haunting….
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exactly that VJ. Thanks for stopping by.
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My pleasure
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Smooth poem that perfectly encapsulates that story 🙂
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Thank you Crispina. This is something I wrote a while back, but it was so fitting for the prompt definitely thought it was worth pulling out.
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It works. 🙂
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So sad to be gone or missing, or lost…no clues why…
I imagine her to be an extraordinary girl.
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Legend has made her so, at least in my mind. Thank you so much for stopping by to share this with me.
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This poem is all the more amazing because it’s based on a true story, one of many that we don’t all get to hear about. A beautiful extended simile, Violet, with an image to complement it. I love the scent of burning wax and candle smoke, a perfect way to convey the way the disappeared disappear from the public memory.
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And I believe that same smoke to be her harbinger, it lets me know that every time I think of her, or tell this story, she is near, Thank you so much Kim for stopping by and sharing this poem with me.
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I wonder, was she ever found?
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No. She Vanished. Still makes me shiver..
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
A beautiful poem, The Scent …. by Violet
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Thank you so much Reena. I’m really glad you enjoyed this piece.
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Very nice remembrance and this description of it: “The scent
of the burning wax
remained in the air”
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Thank you so much Frank!
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What a strange and disturbing story. Your poem is a beautiful tribute – the scent of candle wax is so evocative. I’m glad she is remembered.
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Thank you Sarah for your kind words. This is a story near to my heart, and the feeling of life in the memory of this incident truly effects me like scented smoke rising.
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Haunting….and too real. The missing children….some sadly who are missed by no one….some who when they are gone to we do not know where or with or by whom, leave heartbreak and heartache behind and the missing goes on through that generation and then they slip to nothingness.
Haunting post….as you can tell by my response.
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In this instance the search was almost nonexistent. Due to her age they were convinced she was a runaway, and by the time everyone realized she had really disappeared it was to late to do anything.. She lives on in mu memory though, and I love being able to share her tribute and make her story known. Thank you so much for your kind words.
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I love this when a person almost transcends into myth after such a mysterious disappearance… wonder what happened to her..
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I am still in limited contact with her brother, and her whereabouts remain a mystery. Thank you for sharing this tribute with me Bjorn.
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Very engaging write Violet, where do they go…
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I don’t know. I hope some day to find out.
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So nicely told. This is sad. There are too many girls and women who have disappeared like that. Often, their stories are never told,
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This is one I have retold many times. I am glad you were here to share it with me this time.
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no closure is so hard – love the way you tell a story with your beautiful lines
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Thank you so much Gina. I am really happy you liked it. Thanks for dropping in!
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Violet, your piece so moved me and touched my heart!! This is something that a parent should never have to deal with – the loss of a child! I shall send this to my two grown daughters to remind them why their Dad was so paranoid while they were growing up about safety. I never let them work where they had to handle cash!!
So, Beautifully penned, My Dear, but so sad too!
xoxoxo
Chuck
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A very real danger I know, as this one hit so close to home. Thank you for sharing this with me and keeping Yvonne’s memory alive.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
PARENTS – I will encourage you to refuse to let your children work anywhere they have to personally handle cash! It attracts danger!! Chuck
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Thank you so much for sending this message.
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