Happy National Poetry Month: Poem 28

10:49 a.m. I thought I’d be able to keep my direction.

10:58 a.m. I obviously was not correct about that. But I’m back. I had to refresh my ideas about what I am writing about, which is my corner of the world.

It’s the only thing I’m in charge of.

It's not always neat and far from straight,
this corner where I make my home.
If you think you know it, baby, just wait,
because this is my biome.

It's filled with books, kids, and my cats,
and furniture near its end.
If you expected more, well, I guess that's
your problem, isn't it, friend?

There's nail polish in the rug, cat fur
on the couch—and the dog smells.
Though I can't entertain, I can hear purr
and meow and bark—better than bells.

My decorating skills are not extensive,
but this is my corner, my home where I live.

11:21 a.m. Took a little longer due to interruptions.

11:24 a.m. After re-reading, I wonder about switching the third and fourth stanzas.

My Corner
by Michelle Garren-Flye

It's not always neat and far from straight,
this corner where I make my home.
If you think you know it, baby, just wait,
because this is my biome.

There's nail polish in the rug, cat fur
on the couch—and the dog smells.
Though I can't entertain, I can hear purr
and meow and bark—better than bells.

It's filled with books, kids, and my cats,
and furniture near its end.
If you expected more, well, I guess that's
your problem, isn't it, friend?

My decorating skills are not extensive,
but this is my corner, my home where I live.

11:26 a.m. Not sure. I think I like it better the other way.

My Corner
by Michelle Garren-Flye

It's not always neat and far from straight,
this corner where I make my home.
If you think you know it, baby, just wait,
because this is my biome.

It's filled with books, kids, and my cats,
and furniture near its end.
If you expected more, well, I guess that's
your problem, isn't it, friend?

There's nail polish in the rug, cat fur
on the couch—and various dog smells.
Though I can't entertain, I can hear purr
and meow and bark—better than bells.

My decorating skills are not extensive,
but this is my corner, my home where I live.

11:28 a.m. Okay, yeah. That’s it.

Photo and poem copyright 2026 Michelle Garren-Flye

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