Happy National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie poetry 26, “Good news will [Be] coming from the office”

At first I was a bit irritated by the typo in today’s fortune. It was the second one I drew, too, because the first was one I’d already done. Not wanting to eat three fortune cookies (I’m superstitious about not eating the cookie or, horrors, throwing away the fortunes), I decided to make the most of this one.

My “office” is my bookstore, which some of you may be familiar with, so this fortune got me thinking about how every time the door opens, there’s the potential for good news to be coming in. And that got me thinking about sitting here at my desk thinking good news was just going to come in and find me without me doing anything at all to attract it or deserve it. So I wrote this little villanelle a little tongue-in-cheek about my low energy days. (They do happen!)

Enjoy. 🙂

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
Good news will [be] coming from the office.

Potentiality
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Today I could just wait
for potential to find me
because I know I am great.

The way isn’t always straight
when you long to be free,
but today I should just wait.

Strive each day to create;
yes, on this we agree
because I know I am great.

Fake it till that date,
when all know my pedigree
but til then I shall just wait.

It won’t take long, it’s fate,
and this I can guarantee
because I know I am great.

Perseverance may be key
to arriving at your potentiality,
but today I can just wait
because I know I am great.

Fortune Cookie 25 rewrite…

Yesterday I confidently posted a retelling of the Daedalus story…and my facts were wrong. Nobody pointed it out to me, it just hit me while I was driving on one of my many errands that it was not Daedalus who fell from the sky, struck down by the gods, but Icarus, his son. In so many ways, this is more horrifying instead of less. I’m keeping the title of “Daedalus Falls”, but I rewrote it to reflect the true story.

Today’s poem will be along later. I’m working on it!

Daedalus Falls
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Divine wind, bear him ever up
above the clouds to the heavens.
Everyone’s watching, please don’t fail him!
Don’t let me down, help him soar.
Ask me not how I dare to dream, but
let him spread his wings and
unite again with me on the side of safety—
suppose you do!

Flight is all he’s ever dreamed
about but now he’s soaring high, showing
lack of restraint, defying the gods.
Love fails to hold him up, and his fall
strikes me to the ground.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 25, “No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings”

I think the beauty (for me) of each of these poems is each day I get a fortune and sit down at the computer with no idea what kind of poetry I’m going to write. (Except Sundays, which are supposed to be haiku, but I forgot about that last week…)

Today’s fortune immediately brought to mind the story of Daedalus, who tried to soar too high using wings that were his own, but not natural. So I used that as my jumping off point. Let me know if you can figure out what kind of poetry I used.

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

Daedalus Falls
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Divine wind, bear me ever up
above the clouds to the heavens.
Everyone’s watching, I can’t fail!
Don’t let me down, help me soar.
Ask me not how I dare to dream, but
let me spread these aching wings and
unite me with the gods I long to see—
suppose you do!

Flight is all I’ve ever dreamed
about but what’s this sudden
lack of light about—the gathering clouds?
Love fails me now, devotions unheard…
so this is how it ends.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 24, “Just wait for the right moment. Keep your eyes and ears peeled.”

Yesterday’s poem just sort of came to me. Today’s was more difficult. However, I had so much fun with the concrete poetry form, I decided to try it again. It’s sort of an Earth Day poem (two days late), and it started out a little more lighthearted than it ended up. I’m not super happy with it, but that’s kind of what this month is all about, right? Writing a poem from a fortune cookie prompt in a short amount of time. It may end up as a masterpiece…it may not.

So, take it as it is. I hope you enjoy it a little, anyway.

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 23, “Expect great things, and great things will come”

Okay, confession time. Today, for the first time, drew a fortune I just couldn’t work. I tried. I even took the picture. But it wasn’t in the least poetic and it wasn’t even something I could relate to. It was, “Tension in a partnership? It might be time for you to delegate.”

I mean, yes, I’m a business owner, but who am I going to delegate to in my sole proprietorship? My cat? My erstwhile marriage was what really caused me tension, and that’s done. My daughter and I get along. I do delegate to her when I need to, and she always does what I ask. My sons are grown.

So, not being a corporate tycoon and not feeling tension in my other partnerships, I decided to, for the first time, draw another fortune. (I ate both cookies, btw. They were delicious.)

I’m so glad I did. I listened to a podcast just this morning about an Oregon City using its camping ban to fine and jail the homeless population in its parks. I listened to the story of a woman about my age who raised her children in this city who, because of the death of her husband and health problems, had become homeless. She was camping in a park near her old neighborhood.

I often think of the true meaning of “there but for the grace of god” and I know there’s truly a hairs’ breadth that saves us from ill fate. Or maybe it’s an angels’ breath?

God bless and I hope you enjoy this one, my first concrete poem in quite a while.

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 22, “Success is a planned event”

Today I decided to try a different kind of sonnet. I’ve always been fond of Shakespearean sonnets, but today I opted for a Petrarchan sonnet. I’m not certain I’ve mastered it, although I do have two to share. The rhyme scheme is easy enough to follow (I used ABBA ABBA CDE CDE in the first one, ABBA ABBA CDC CDC in the second.) It’s the theme that somewhat escapes me.

The first was inspired by the teachers of the field trip I just got back from. Petrarchan sonnets are supposed to express admiration for someone or something. I can think of no one more worthy of admiration than three teachers who are brave enough to take 170-some kids on a three-day field trip in which they bring back three trophies and all the kids they left with. That’s well-planned success!

The second is a little more amorphous thematically. I just went for the “I’m in love and I’ll do anything for you” theme. Still, as is the case most of the time, the second one seems a little better. A little tighter, maybe?

I plan to play with this form more.

Photo and poems copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
Success is a planned event. 

To the Teachers
By Michelle Garren-Flye

I watch with admiration and joy
as you lay out the problem before us
in a manner that makes me curious
about the method you will employ,
the way you will destroy
what would otherwise cause a fuss
but you dispense with it and thus
success becomes our ploy.

To you I must confess
my admiration grows
as I watch you at work;
I know you’ll make a success
for your inspiration only grows
and duties you do not shirk.


Star Hunting
By Michelle Garren-Flye

I’m out to catch a star
for you to place in your eye.
I’ll be back by and by
though I may travel far.
Does this sound bizarre
and do you wonder why
I can’t just leave things as they are?
It’s all because I love deep
and hold my passion within.
It’s worth a loss of sleep
even if on the way I weep.
If I plan I know I’ll win
and your heart safe I will keep.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 21, “Success walks hand in hand with failure

Posting a poem at 3 p.m. today because I crawled into bed at 5 a.m. this morning after a long trip back from the school trip. I thoroughly enjoyed my time as a chaperone, but I’m relieved to turn all those fantastic teenagers back over to their parents.

This fortune seemed to lend itself to rhyming couplets, so that’s what I went with. However, I am uncertain if there is a true rhyme for “failure” so the end, I felt, fell a little flat. Thus the title lol. Not to mention it somewhat describes my brain today.

Anyway, enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
Success walks hand in hand with failure.

It Hits a Little Flat
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Let’s take a walk, come be my guest.
When you get tired, we’ll take a rest.

Trust me, my intentions are pure!
Deceits and cons could not be fewer.

One thing only I must confess
I want your life to be a success.

Does my promise have no allure?
Then you may be doomed to failure.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 20, “Don’t be sad because it’s over. Be happy because it happened.”

This one is appropriate enough considering it’s my last day of my trip. I will soon take off my chaperone hat and put it on the shelf to collect dust. It’s been an interesting ride.

Hats off to teachers for all they do.

So I hope you enjoy my second (and hopefully last) bus poem.

Screen capture from Daily Fortune app
Don’t be sad because it’s over. Be happy because it happened.

Ode to the Chorus Trip
By Michelle Garren-Flye

I have enjoyed your joyful noise;
the journey was even fun:
time spent with the girls and boys
playing and singing in the sun.

And now it is time for home,
It’s hard to say goodbye
but we’ll be there before long
so please don’t scream and cry.

You’ll sleep in your bed tonight!
Remember the friends you’ve made,
discoveries that came to light,
and this brief time will not fade.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 19, “Money is just a concept. People empower it.”

Short post today. I’m on the bus with 50+ people while I write my poem today. Keep that in mind as you read lol.

Screen capture from Daily Fortune. Poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye

Money is just a concept. People empower it.

Your Power
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Is it fame you desire?
Everyone knowing your name?
Is that what sets you afire?

Maybe you long to be rich?
That might be your game,
What scratches your itch.

Beware what you give power.
What you allow to make you tame
is apt to fill every life hour.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 18, “Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still”

Not gonna lie. This isn’t my best effort. I’m on the road and have been up since six, will be up until 11 or so tonight. It’s one of those days. But I did manage to come up with a haibun inspired by this fortune.

Also, because I’m on the road and traveling with fortune cookies didn’t seem terribly convenient, I’m using an app called Daily Fortune. Here’s a screenshot of today’s fortune from the app:

screenshot from “Daily Fortune” app

Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still.

About an Oak
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Did you know the oak tree roots spread out as much as 90 feet around? Imagine them pushing soil, slicing slow motion through earth’s surface, past the reach of the canopy of the huge tree rising above. All to anchor and support the oak’s magnificence in one place all the days of its life. Standing still and racing along all at once.

Oak tree emerges
Seasons’ passage grows your roots
Anchors you in place