Another long one that threw me off. I’m actually not negotiating for anything in particular right now, so I started thinking about St. Peter and the Pearly Gates and how I could negotiate my way into heaven when that time comes. As I am very much a human with the usual foibles, I can see how it might be a difficult sell, but maybe this fortune is telling me it’ll come out okay.
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Negotiations move along smoothly. The outcome is favorable!
A Conversation with St. Peter By Michelle Garren-Flye
Yes, I killed spiders and the occasional mouse. I couldn’t help it…they were in my house! But think of the turtles I stopped to save on the side of the road…the time I gave!
I guess you could say I drank too much wine in my vain attempt to make myself feel fine. The Sabbath was just a day to sleep late; I didn’t really think I was making God wait.
I did give to charity—when I was asked. Sometimes I volunteered without being tasked. I’m not craven or evil or bad or corrupt, so think about that as you measure me up.
Today’s fortune is much too long to be a proper poem title, and maybe that’s why I had to give it a bit more thought. I know it refers to war, but my mind went to one of those merry-go-round things on a playground when I thought of revolutions. Nope, despair ain’t gonna turn one of those around. You definitely have to have hope backing you up, specifically hope that if you spend a bunch of energy getting it going good, you can then hop on and flop on your back and enjoy the ride.
So that’s where “Spin Cycle” came from. I wrote it in a sort of ghazal format. I’m still not sure I’m writing ghazals correctly. There are a lot of rules, and if I didn’t follow all of them, this poem is five couplets with a weird rhyme scheme.
Enjoy!
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It is hope, not despair, which makes successful revolutions.
Spin Cycle By Michelle Garren-Flye
I’ll spin around, right round, I won’t lose heart; Spin right back to the start and never lose heart.
It’s hope that keeps me going, you see, around in a circle, refusing to lose heart.
Despair drags me down, right to the ground, but hope lifts me up, won’t let me lose heart.
Come spin with me on this cycle of life; take my hands, remember, you can’t lose heart.
I’ll spin so fast, my feet will leave earth, fly away, leave it all behind, my lost heart.
Lol. I’m starting to think these freaking fortune cookies are trying to tell me something. And unfortunately for them, I’m not in the mood to write love poetry.
Still, when I got this one, “Love makes the world shine”, I thought, well hell. Maybe I should try a villanelle. (Yes, I rhyme in my thoughts.)
Villanelles were originally meant to be love songs. The form definitely lends itself to that. So I gave it a try. My original thought was an astronaut floating in space looking down at the bright sparkling lights of the cities and towns with affection. However, my brain immediately asked me why he was out there? And this is what I got.
It’s been a while since I wrote a villanelle, and this one was literally finished about five minutes before I wrote this. Still, it’s not awful.
Enjoy!
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Love Lights Up the World By Michelle Garren-Flye
Floating in space, feeling fine, beauty below fills you with pride; what makes the world shine?
Golden lights that’ll make you pine for all you’ve ever been denied— but you’re out in space, feeling fine.
Surely such beauty is benign and should not be denied. It’s what makes the world shine.
Mysterious glow sends a sign that will not ever be denied even out here in space, feeling fine.
The stars themselves must align to serve as such a bright guide, and that’s what makes the world shine.
Escape the tendrils meant to entwine— be careful you do not collide! Safe now, floating in space, feeling fine.
You just couldn’t be part of that design no matter how much you have tried. Love is what makes the world shine, but you’re floating in space, feeling fine.
At first I thought I’d have a hard time with this one. And I did, a little. Do I really believe that love conquers all? At least, do I believe that now?
However, this is an appropriate day for me to get this one. Today is the birthday of my first child. He’s 24 today. I love him even more than I did the day he was born, and it’s like that with all my kids. I can have no regrets because I do not regret them.
My love for them has conquered the bitterness of everything else.
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Love Conquers All By Michelle Garren-Flye
Let go the bitter; it does you no good in life, and love conquers all.
Your heart will wither if you cling to what will die, but love conquers all.
Turn to what’s better— see what will help you to fly? Love will conquer all.
I have no idea what form this poem is, but I have a feeling I’m not the first to create one like this. It feels a little like Emily Dickinson to me. I used the fortune for the title, but that may change if I ever publish it.
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Life to you is a dashing, bold adventure By Michelle Garren-Flye
You’re too old for adventure everyday, so why do you battle pirates in the bath and sharks in the kitchen sink? You’re just too old for this kind of play! Add it up…do the math then tell me what you think.
It might be too late for you, I guess. Real love can’t match what’s in your mind— so for me there is no chance… But what if I join you on your quest? Just maybe if I was one of your kind, in your eyes, my person would enhance.
Who cares if we choose to escape the strife? After all is said and done, it’s our life.
Happy National Poetry Month to you! Welcome to April. My favorite month of the year.
Every April, I try to post a poem I write every single day. This year, I’m actually incredibly busy with my bookstore, my new editing business, and trying to get my first two novels republished by me instead of the traditional publisher that had them until recently. (See previous post.)
So, instead of trying to master a particular type of poetry (I’ve done haiku, sonnet, and villanelle in previous years), I’m opting for what I hope is a simpler route. I’m writing what I call fortune cookie poetry.
It’s pretty simple. Each day I’ll break open a fortune cookie, read the fortune, and write a poem based on it.
A little background about me and fortune cookies. A few years ago my life took a turn I had never anticipated. At the time it devastated me, and I became obsessed with wishing I could know what was coming at me before it actually hit me. Astrology, online Tarot and Magic 8 Balls (I recently got a real one for my birthday), hitting shuffle on my iPhone music after asking it a question…and fortune cookies.
Have any of these things helped? Probably not. Life is life and sometimes it smacks you around. Unpredictability is just what the world is, and no amount of crystal balls are going to help you see what’s around the bend…or, sometimes, right in front of you.
With that said, I still eat fortune cookies. And right now I have the sweet taste of one in my mouth and I got an even sweeter fortune. And I wrote a poem about it. It’s a sort of sonnet with a kind of cool rhyme scheme. 🙂 Hope you enjoy.
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Love is in the Air By Michelle Garren-Flye
Love is in the air, you say? Well, that explains it all. I’m not looking up today so I guess I missed its call.
Don’t bother looking out for me. I don’t think I believe anyway. Love has no real allure, you see, and on my nerves, it will fray.
Seductive whispers just won’t work now that I’ve been set free. I don’t want to sound like a jerk but I don’t think love is my key.
So go ahead and float about! Someone else will hear you out.
In 2010 I received what felt like maybe good news… One of my novels had been accepted by a publisher, Lyrical Press. At that time, Lyrical Press was an independent e-pub only publisher. That meant my book would only be available as en ebook. Kindle. Nook. All the other hot items on everybody’s Christmas list.
I consulted friends who had had more luck than me. The consensus was, basically, “Congratulations. At least it’s not self-publishing!” (haha! The worm has turned on that one!)
Lyrical Press did a wonderful job with my book, helping me edit, format, and designing an outstanding cover I will always love. Probably the most of all my covers. Secrets of the Lotus became a real book on July 5, 2010. Shortly after that, Lyrical accepted another of my books, Winter Solstice, which they published in 2011. And a few years later, Lyrical Press became part of Kensington Press, giving me the ability to say two of my books were published by Kensington Press. Pretty cool.
Late last year, however, I realized I wanted to do more with my books. Having taken the self-publishing thing to an extreme, I now own a bookstore, and I want those books on the shelf with my others. I contacted Kensington and they reverted the rights to me. Unfortunately, these rights do not include the original covers, but I have become rather handy with designing covers myself so no worries.
I’ve learned a lot about self-publishing in the past fourteen years. I’m currently putting both books through my own editing and formatting process and hope to have them on the shelf, literally, by summer. I have redesigned the covers already, and I’m getting excited about reintroducing these two stories to you guys.
Today I’m remembering my mother. She died one year ago. Throughout this year, I have had moments when I wanted to talk to her more than anything else in the world. And knew I couldn’t.
Maybe that’s where this poem came from.
At any rate, I’m sure it’s not just me. (Although some of you may not write ghazals about it. Or attempt to. I’m still struggling with this form!)
Hug someone you love today.
Oh. By Michelle Garren-Flye
I wait for the rhyme to come but, oh, pain? The rhythm runs through my thumbs, oh pain!
Sometimes it all feels right—no strain— and others it’s nothing but, oh, pain.
Some might seek comfort in cocaine but that will not shelter me from…oh. Pain.
Your beauty I have come to know, fain would I reject its attraction, oh Pain.
My last refrain is your domain; rest, you’ll fly in my love, oh pain.
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I’ve been told that the worst sin is to covet what you don’t have. It does seem that this is the way most humans spend their lives. I do not except myself from this, either. It’s always hard to wait for the universe to bring you what you need. Especially in today’s world of social media designed to display everything others have.
And today is the worst for those who covet love. Romantic love, family love, the love of friends or even pets. Our spirits yearn for all of it. Unless we feel we’ve been denied it for so long we shut ourselves off to it. Unless we decide we are one of those unfortunate individuals who was put here to never have what others have…no matter how much we covet it.
Perhaps there are such individuals. I don’t know if they were made that way by whatever heartless gods there are or if they became that way because they coveted so much they couldn’t see or feel love anymore.
I believe there is love out there for you if you truly open your heart to it. I cannot tell you what form it will come to you in. It may or may not be the true love you see in fairytales. It might be a stray cat or dog. It might be a flower blooming in an unexpected place or a kind word spoken by someone you thought was indifferent.
Look for it. You’ll find it if you’re persistent. And when you do, let it fill you up with love that you can share with someone else.
Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope this day finds you filled with love to give others.
First of all, I cannot begin to tell you how much I love Rattle. If you want to know why, check them out. I’m a subscriber, and they send me a poem every day, and the poetry is so good, it makes you feel good about just living in a world where people can think that way, you know? Yes, it is my ambition to have some poetry accepted by them, and I do submit to them from time to time, but I also just get so much inspiration from them.
For instance, every month they have an ekphrastic poetry challenge. If you don’t know what ekphrastic poetry is, it is a poem written because it was inspired by a piece of artwork. Here’s this month’s: Ekphrastic Challenge. I have entered this challenge several times, and I’ve always missed the mark and then read the responding poem and figured out why. But it doesn’t even matter. I’ve written so many poems and I’m learning every time I do it. Anyway, as soon as I saw this challenge, I knew I would enter it. I wrote three poems. This is the one I submitted.
Self Portrait
I am scraps of lost mail
pulled close around a center axis;
a book snapped shut by an unfeeling hand;
a paper doll cut from yesterday’s news
and left to crumple underfoot.
I refuse to yield to cripple and age,
obtuse in clinging to antediluvian belief,
a vow given long ago
and held in my chest,
concealed, mostly, by wisps
of lost dreams and things
that I won’t let go.
And you can’t make me.
I am obstinate in the face of the wind,
making myself ridiculous,
clothed in scrapbooks and memories
that threaten to blow away;
an object of pity perhaps
with no objective in mind.
So pull out my heart,
and crumpled bits of newsprint
I can’t share
will spill at your feet but
spell out only what was
because sometimes forever
and ever won’t go away.
I also just yesterday published Chapter Two of my new venture, “Nothing New Under the Sun”. You can read it here: “Nothing New“. Although the story is called “Nothing New Under the Sun”, it’s all new to me as I’m publishing it on Kindle Vella in episodes, and it’s a mystery. I have an idea for it that I think you’ll like. I like to think of it as literary upcycling. And that’s gotta be new.
Maybe there’ll be a tropical sunset in a future episode of “Nothing New”. What do you think? Photo by Michelle Garren-Flye Copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye