Poem 19
Pent Up
By Michelle Garren Flye
Like a freight train
Running inside my chest.
Like rain falling into my eyeballs.
Gritted teeth and short of breath,
I struggle to recall
The calm
Of the sea.
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National Poetry Month: Poem 18
Poem 18
Smile
By Michelle Garren Flye
A smile
Is a small thing.
Nothing really.
Not important.
Doesn’t cost.
But what it’s worth!
Oh, everything.
For someone,
Your smile
Lights up the day.
For someone,
Your smile
Means the world.
Just a smile.
National Poetry Month: Poem 17
Poem 17
Old Photos
By Michelle Garren Flye
Looking through old photographs
Can take a melancholy turn.
Where did the days of your youth go?
The years fly by, sometimes so fast
They leave my edges old and worn.
I wish I could hit the brakes to slow
The speed of the days as they pass.
To grab one more minute, to earn
Another moment in that ethereal glow.
National Poetry Month: Poem 16
Poem 16
Easter
By Michelle Garren Flye
Renewal of life.
Treasures to find in the spring.
Happy Easter Day.
National Poetry Month: Poem 15
A little intro to this poem is needed I think. On Wednesday, April 12, Beverly Cleary celebrated her 101st birthday. Yes, she’s still alive. Of all the authors of all the books I’ve ever read, Beverly Cleary may mean the most to me. I read her books as a child. Ralph the mouse’s adventures inspired me. Ramona’s made me laugh. Socks the cat’s story turned me into a more sensitive cat person. And most of all, Beverly Cleary inspired me to become a writer with this quote:
If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it.
And so this poem is for a truly great, awesomely inspiring writer. Thank you, Beverly Cleary.
Poem 15
Beverly Cleary 101
By Michelle Garren Flye
If you don’t see the book you want to read,
Write it.
If you can’t find a shore to live on,
Explore.
If no store stocks the tool you need,
Invent it.
If the cure for your disease isn’t available,
Experiment.
Grow the food you want to eat but can’t find.
Make the furniture you’ve always wanted.
Imagine, envision, discover…
Live the life you want to live.
National Poetry Month: Poem 14
Poem 14
Spider
By Michelle Garren Flye
She perches on her web.
She isn’t moving.
…Is she?
Eight-legged freak.
But if she stays there,
It’ll be okay.
Right?
I don’t like this.
There…I saw her move.
She’ll slink down
If I look away.
Creepy crawly!
But wait!
Is that a mosquito
Caught in her web?
I hate mosquitoes.
Maybe…she’s not so bad.
National Poetry Month: Poem 13
Almost missed this one. Busy day…
Poem 13
Heirlooms
By Michelle Garren Flye
A dusty place inside my brain.
A room with one shaft of light.
Filled with memories filed away
…Ideas stowed for future design.
When I find myself at a loss,
Then I revisit the dusty gloom
And paw through the mossy
Files of memory’s heirlooms.
National Poetry Month: Poem 12
Please keep in mind that these poems are written very much off-the-cuff, usually when I sit down at the computer to update this blog. So they’re very rough. Some of them aren’t very good. Some of them I’m not sure about. Maybe some of them will speak to some of you, maybe others won’t appeal to anyone. It’s a fun thing to try, though, writing a poem a day. I highly recommend it.
Poem 12
Pink Moon
By Michelle Garren Flye
When the moon turned pink,
The flowers bloomed and you said you loved me.
But there’s no such thing as a pink moon
And that makes love extraordinary.
Moonlight doesn’t change colors.
Nature is what makes the flowers bloom.
Everyone knows the moon is green
…Except when it’s blue.
National Poetry Month: Poem 11
Poem 11
Mandala Journey
By Michelle Garren Flye
I take a trip inside my head
Through swirls of colors
And intricate patterns.
My feet would be sandy
If this journey were real—
But what color sand?
Blue for the sky,
Red for the blossoms,
Yellow for the sun.
A mental journey for me
Along the paths and
To rest in the garden.
National Poetry Month: Poem 10
This is harder than I thought it’d be. So many things I’d like to write about come out seeming trite in poetry. Here’s my offering for today:
Poem 10
Bumblebees
By Michelle Garren Flye
Did you know she could sting more than once?
It’s not a suicide mission like with a honeybee.
The bumble can rule the planet if she wants.
But she’s content carrying out her mission,
Visiting the flowers and making her honey.
Pausing to check out her reflection in my window.
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