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National Poetry Month: Poem 9

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Note: A perfect example of rough draft. I just realized I misspelled “deliquesce” in the first draft, which meant a total rewrite of the first stanza of the poem. Nice.

Poem 9

Crossword

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Ten letters, means liquefy.

There’s that word.

The one I keep seeing.

Deliquesce.

 

A term from chemistry

But it sounds like more.

Like something sweet,

Almost romantic.

 

But it’s not romantic

When ice cream deliquesces,

Or steel, or even

A body.

 

Then it’s loss.

Destruction of property.

Decomposition.

Deliquescence.

National Poetry Month: Poem 8

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Poem 8

Little Girl in a Flowered Dress

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

There’s a little girl

Wearing a flowered dress

In my kitchen.

So pretty.

 

There’s a little girl

Wearing a flowered dress

In Russia somewhere.

She’s lovely.

 

There’s a little girl

Wearing a flowered dress

In Syria.

 

Her father says it’s time to go.

Time to run.

They’re coming.

 

She grabs her favorite doll.

Takes her little brother by the hand.

 

And they run into the street.

National Poetry Month: Poem 7

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A little late with this one, and I tried a little rhyming. No real scheme to it, but maybe that would come in a later draft.

Poem 7

Bang, Explained

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

I just heard a bang downstairs.

The house is dark and cold.

No one’s home but me, I know,

Cause Mom went to the store.

Do I investigate?

Oh, I can’t be that bold.

Tiptoe to the banister and peer below?

Surely it’s better to wait.

 

That was a creak,

But I’ve heard that one before.

What could that bang have been?

I’ll just go back to my game.

There’s nothing here to hurt me now.

There, I heard it again!

What’s down there creeping around?

I’d better go check—no, wait!

 

That’s nothing at all but the cat at my door.

Maybe’s he’s lonely…like me.

 

National Poetry Month: Poem 6

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Poem 6:

Little Kitty

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Little kitty, you gaze so long

From the floor at my lap.

 

Would you like to join me?

I invite you with a pat.

 

You consider my offer

With eyes half closed.

 

You leap—so graceful,

Your purr is divine.

 

Step once, step twice…

Then back quickly away.

 

Was my lap your desire?

Or was it always my chair?

National Poetry Month: Poem 5

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Poem 5:

I Dreamed About…

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

I dreamed three dreams.

 

I dreamed about grandchildren

Although I’m too young.

There were three,

But I only remember one.

Beautiful, blonde and laughing at me.

 

I dreamed about clouds in the sky

But when I woke, the sun was shining.

You said it was my imagination.

But later when I looked up

I saw a cloud and it reminded me.

 

I dreamed about tornadoes

On the eve of the inauguration.

One, two, three, four…

All went around me.

But there was a fifth on the horizon.

 

Of the dreams, I only like the first one.

I cling to it when it wants to fade.

A beacon of hope

When the others strive to overwhelm,

Or when I fear they may be true.

National Poetry Month: Poem 4

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I actually wrote this last night, but it was after midnight, making it the day after my oldest son’s birthday.

Poem 4:

The Day After Motherhood

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

I still remember the moment they woke me.

They said my baby needed me.

I remember thinking, Really?

He’s mine?

 

You were.

 

For years after that, you really were.

Mine to tote to the store.

Mine to entertain.

Mine to sing to, to read to,

To coax into sleep.

 

Mine.

 

But now, it’s the next day,

You’re almost ready now.

To make decisions, to venture out…

To live your life.

 

Still mine…but more.

National Poetry Month: Poem 3

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Poem 3:

17

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Today’s the day.

Seventeen.

Amazing how the years

Aren’t long enough.

Filled with Moments.

Moments to live over and over again

And Moments to wish you had back.

 

Nobody said it’d be easy.

Did they?

Nobody said there’d be no regrets

Or that everything would be perfect.

They said

You’ll be a family.

We are.

We have been

From that first Moment

Of love.

National Poetry Month: Poem 2

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Poem 2:

The Unknown

By Michelle Garren Flye

Golden leaf volumes

On dusty library shelves

Knowledge unembraced.

 

And from my youngest:

The Early Bloomer

By Jessica

Snowfall ends. 

But the trees still don’t have leaves.

No flowers yet bloomed.

Until one tulip pops up.

Tulips aren’t supposed to be up yet.

Oh well it is very beautiful.

The next day, it’s not there.

Oh no.

It was gone.

Forever and ever.

It inspired other tulips to grow, though.

Now there were millions.

Everyone loved that early flower.

Everyone loved that early bloomer.

(Inspired by tulip season)

Happy National Poetry Month!

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It’s my favorite month. National Poetry Month. I try to read a poem or two a day during National Poetry Month. It’s not very hard, so this year, I’m challenging myself to something a little tougher.

Write a poem a day.

Post it here.

Yeah, I know, not smart to post raw stuff, but I’m determined and not many people read this anyway. So today I dug deep, and here you go:

 

End of Daffodil Season

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Thick, yellow air.

Breathless.

 

Sun warming,

Breeze chills.

 

Tall stems sway

Shrivel.

 

Die.

 

No more buds

To love.

 

Yellow blossoms

Are gone.

 

Winds promise

More fun.

 

Soon.

 

Colorblinded for Two Voices

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A few months ago, inspired by current events, I wrote the poem “Colorblinded” and published it here because I’m not enough of a poet to think I should bug publishers with my stuff. However, I love poetry—writing, reading and teaching it—and I’m currently researching poems for multiple voices. And I wanted something to demonstrate two points of view, so I decided to rewrite “Colorblinded” so it reflected the other POV as well as mine. I’m not sure how good it is, but with National Poetry Day coming up in October, I thought I might share this one here. Since I am hopeless about formatting blogs, it’s in jpg format, but if you’d like to blow it up a bit for easier reading, click on this link: colorblinded-for-two-voices

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