A Poem for My Daughter

When she was born, I finished the process of becoming a mother of three.

For My Daughter

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

You’re my heart and my soul,

You’re a star in my sky.

You made our family whole,

When the stork dropped you by.

 

You are loved, my firefly,

Never doubt your self-worth.

No one else could satisfy

Your place on this earth.

Happy May Day! (Poetry Summary)

Happy May Day! I remember one particularly happy May Day in elementary school when our art teacher arranged for us to dress up in white and perform a maypole dance. I loved the pretty dress I wore and the colorful ribbons we wove around the maypole (which was actually a flag pole, I think). I’ve always thought it would be fun to do that with my kids, but I guess—like many fun things—the maypole dance is actually sort of a pagan ritual.

May Day and pagan rituals aside, I have completed my own ritual of writing a poem a day in April, and I am actually quite happy with the results. I learned a lot about poetry. It’s a totally different style of writing than writing prose, and especially different from writing a novel. I think my sense of rhythm improved this month and I know I got better (or at least more daring) at rhyme. But what really surprised me was the sense, when I completed a poem, that I’d created a piece of art. Like a sculpture or a painting. Much more so than when I write novels.

I don’t think it has to do with the length of the story. I believe it’s the skill required to combine rhyme, rhythm, structure and story all in a compact nature. Though I can write a poem in a matter of minutes, it requires more thought and planning than you’d think. So, in a way, it’s like sculpting words.

As it happens, I didn’t love every poem I wrote last month, either. But I am happy to note that I only resorted to a simple haiku three times, one of those being Easter. I chose haiku style for the three stanzas of “Headline Design” on purpose, but I don’t think it was a simple haiku. I’m not sure which is my favorite. Possibly “Living in Eden” or “In Over Your Head”. It’s hard for me to like “Self Portrait” because it feels sort of—too revealing. But at the same time, I think it is good. I really like “Beverly Cleary 101”, too.

So that’s it for my poem-a-day-thon. But I think I’ll still post poetry on here from time to time. And I definitely plan to keep writing it. That sense of accomplishment at the end of each poem is too satisfying to give up!

National Poetry Month: Poem 30

I wanted my last poem of poetry month to be different. A little special and about something I don’t write about often. So here you go. I was as honest as I could be.

Poem 30

Self Portrait

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Broad strokes for face,

Not my favorite part.

A finer point for hands,

Nimble and quick—

But the weather changes

And pain sets in.

Pink for the breast

And scarlet for the center.

Let the red run a bit,

Let the heart bleed—

No shame for feeling

The world’s hurts.

The head is hardest,

The brain a smudge of gray…

But changeable, like a thundercloud

On a summer’s day.

It’s me, but not.

Not quite, anyway.

I suspect I don’t really know

What others see,

And there’s no other way

To know me.

National Poetry Month: Poem 29

For those who marched today.

 

Poem 29

100

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

One hundred long days.

Forty-five ignores the facts.

A nation revolts.

National Poetry Month: Poem 28

Poem 28

Alarm

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Wake up!

Because the birds are singing.

Wake up!

And see the flowers bloom.

Wake up!

Because it’s fading away…

 

Endangered becomes extinct,

Ices melt and seas rise,

The air turns poison,

And there is nothing left to prize—

 

Wake up!

Do something. Listen and learn.

Wake up!

The alarm has sounded…

 

Wake up!

You can’t afford to sleep.

 

National Poetry Month: Poem 24

I had some fun with this one. 🙂

 

Poem 24

Headline Design

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Little bits, pieces.

Unimportant on the floor.

Haircuts for the news.

 

Is that the story?

Which words are most trustworthy?

What makes the whole truth?

 

Bits and pieces lie.

Truth lies in between the cracks.

Don’t believe one source.

National Poetry Month: Poem 23

Poem 23

On Leaving the Beach

By Michelle Garren Flye

Beds are made, towels and sheets washed.

One more walk.

One more chance for sandy feet.

Watch the waves lap the shore,

Foam curls around toes.

Then home to unpack the clothes.

National Poetry Month: Poem 22

Poem 22

Earth Day

By Michelle Garren Flye

Environmental

Awareness. Please face

Reality about our

Terra firma

Haven.

Don’t destroy it.

Always guard

Your home.

National Poetry Month: Poem 21

Poem 21

Living in Eden

By Michelle Garren Flye

What if

God didn’t cast Adam and Eve

Out of the garden of Eden?

What if

He just stretched it

To make room for their family?

What if

The beach you walk on,

The sunsets you watch,

The flowers that bloom,

The oceans we sail,

The mountains we admire…

What if

This is what is left of the garden?

What if

You already live in Eden?

National Poetry Month: Poem 20

Poem 20

Human Rights

By Michelle Garren Flye

Defend their rights

As if they were your own,

Because they are.

Stand up for their beliefs

As if you believed the same,

Because you do.

Embrace the people they love

As if you lived with them

Because their love is your life.

They are not they when you

Remember how close they are

To your human heart.