Happy National Poetry Month: Poem 24

11:53 a.m. I’m late today because I was at a high school awards ceremony. My daughter won a scholarship for performing arts. I’ve watched her develop as an actress and singer since she was six years old. Mostly backstage, but I’ve been lucky enough to be onstage with her some, too. But where I usually am is backstage or in the audience. That got me thinking about being backstage.

rustles and whispers engage
and you see a different play
from the shadows of backstage

it may feel it lasts an age
or that time has slipped away
as rustles and whispers engage

you know every line on the page
and for the actors you pray
from the shadows of backstage

war is something you cannot wage
and in vain you will try to stay
the rustles and whispers that engage

spotlight doesn't reach the cage
behind the curtains to the fray
in the shadows of backstage

in the end, you may feel your age
as if you're suddenly old and gray
in rustles and whispers that engage
from the shadows of backstage

12:15 p.m. Not too bad.

Backstage
by Michelle Garren-Flye

Rustles and whispers engage,
and you see a different play
from the shadows of backstage.

It may feel it lasts an age,
or that time has slipped away
as rustles and whispers engage.

You know every line on the page
as do the actors, you pray,
from the shadows of backstage.

War is what they must not wage,
and in vain you will try to stay
the rustles and whispers that engage.

Spotlight doesn't reach the cage
behind the curtains to the fray
in the shadows of backstage!

In the end, you may feel your age
as if you're suddenly old and gray
in rustles and whispers that engage
from the shadows of backstage.

12:29 p.m. Villanelle seemed to suit this one. It’s supposed to be sort of lighthearted. Backstage drama usually is, even if it seems like the end of time right at that moment.

Photo and poem copyright 2026 Michelle Garren-Flye

Happy National Poetry Month: Poem 11

10:34 a.m. I anticipate many interruptions today, so I’m going to get right to it. I saw, of all things, a Disney commercial today. It talked about playing. I also saw a VW bus parked in my neighbor’s carport. Intrigued, I stopped to talk to him about it. He said something about going to see a hippie band in it.

My brain combined the two things.

Sometimes you gotta stop to play
take a ride in a van to see a hippie band
splash in the puddles, act a little cray

the world's troubles on you may weigh
nothing may go as you had planned
so sometimes you gotta stop to play

you deserve to go on a break today
take a long walk along a beach of white sand
splash in the puddles, act a little cray

your life can sometimes go astray
or maybe you just imagined it more grand
sometimes you gotta stop to play

dress up is fun, or when the day is gray
play tag or castles, then go out and
splash in the puddles, act a little cray

games aren't just for kids, I say
when troubles make it hard to stand
that's when you gotta stop to play
splash in the puddles, act a little cray

11:11 a.m. make a wish.

11:12 a.m. It’s another villanelle. They’re both harder and easier than you might think. I’ve got to go over this one now. Make sure it’s got the right rhythm and rhyme.

Cray Play
by Michelle Garren-Flye

Sometimes you gotta stop to play:
take a ride in a van to see a hippie band,
splash in the puddles, act a little cray.

The world's troubles on you will weigh;
nothing may go as you had planned,
so sometimes you gotta stop to play.

You deserve to go on a break today!
Take a long walk along a beach of white sand,
splash in the puddles, act a little cray.

Your life can sometimes go astray—
or maybe you just imagined it more grand?
Maybe you ought to stop to play.

Dress up is fun, or when the day is gray
play tag or castles, then go out and
splash in the puddles, act a little cray.

Games aren't just for kids, I say!
When troubles make it hard to stand,
that's when you gotta stop to play,
splash in the puddles, act a little cray.

11:26 a.m. Done. What do you think?

Photo and poem copyright 2026 Michelle Garren-Flye

Poem for Mama: What Happens to the Love?

My mother, Geraldine “Gerry” Garren, 84, passed away two years ago on this day. I wrote this for her, but it was also inspired by others I know who are suffering. This month has been a cruel one for many.

I hope this will give someone hope, because I truly believe that if you love someone and they love you, death does not take that love. I don’t think it can.

This poem is my theory of what happens to that love…and why it makes your heart ache.

What Happens to the Love?
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Losing you left all the edges:
your love moved into my heart…
god it hurts when it stretches.

Indelible, your love stresses;
oh, can I bear this part?
Losing you left me with edges.

Death can’t claim successes,
so love moves in with art,
causes aches as it stretches.

Accept the way it presses
and tears your chest apart;
losing someone leaves edges.

Patience, time progresses
and lightens what once was hard.
Just breathe as the heart stretches.

Grief is the way love compresses
your love and mine as one in my heart.
Yes, it hurts when it stretches,
and sometimes I still feel the edges.
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

I think it’s gonna snow! (with a poem)

They’ve been predicting snow, but I didn’t really believe it might happen until I walked my dog this morning. I walked outside and the clamor of the birds in the trees greeted me. So I wrote a villanelle about it. It’s still kind of rough, but thought I would share it.

the day before it snowed
by Michelle Garren-Flye

walking, the day before the snow
the world hushed, except the birds
singing songs of cold with gusto

the treetops housed their show
and I stopped to hear their words
sung the day before the snow

what wisdom do they know
these creatures making records,
singing songs of cold with gusto

Nature whispers pianissimo,
Her voice lower than the birds,
“‘tis the day before the snow”

the wind may breeze and blow
but won’t cut their sound by thirds
as they sing of cold with gusto

oh, hear the song of the sparrow
for they are the wisest of the birds
listen, the day before the snow
as they sing songs of cold with gusto

Photo by Michelle Garren-Flye

Where have i been?

It’s an excellent question. The truth is, I’ve been traveling with family, but I’ve also been lost in other worlds of my own making. I’m working on another poetry book (with my fortune cookie poetry included), and I’ve started a new novel, but don’t hold your breath on that one lol. It’s coming along, but right now I’m really just getting to know the characters. It’s a romantic fantasy adventure. Probably a standalone, but possibly the beginning of a new series.

And to top it off, it’s poetry contest season. Not wanting to pull any of the poems I’d already decided to put into my books, I had to write some fresh poetry. Plus, one of the competitions is an ekphrastic poetry contest I enter every year (never won it though). For those who don’t know, ekphrastic poetry is where you write poetry based on a work of art. I love it.

This year I had a lot of fun with it, too. I chose one painting and wrote three different poems (villanelle, sonnet, and tanka) about it. I loved all of them, so I submitted all of them lol. It might be fun if one of them wins!

In the meantime, though I don’t have a poem to share with you today, I did think I might share some of the artwork I’ve been creating for Unwelcome Souvenirs, my next poetry book.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 30: “It’s not the end yet. Let’s stay with it.

hee hee ha ha…ya gotta be kidding me?

If ever I’ve wondered if God had a sense of humor, this was answered today. I honestly howled with laughter when I read today’s fortune. And I swear by all that is holy, that is today’s fortune. I’d just been thinking thank goodness this is the last one when I pulled that fortune out of the cookie. I wish there’d been a camera on me because I honestly felt like somebody was pranking me.

Maybe somebody is. Maybe it’s my balloon-man telling me there’s more to come out of fortune cookies than I know. Maybe even a book?

Whatever. This has been a wonderful month creatively. I’ve written some of my best poetry, and I don’t think I’ve written some of my worst this month, so there’s some creative growth that has occurred. So good. I wrote when I was sick, when I was traveling, when work was busy, when I was finishing up an editing project…I never missed a day during all that.

I do thank you for reading it all. I’ll keep you posted if the fortune cookies decide it’s a good idea to fill up a book. 🙂

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
It’s not the end yet. Let’s stay with it.

What a Month
By Michelle Garren-Flye

I’m tired and distracted and ready to go.
I’ve other things to do that take up my time!
Don’t overstay, you’re breaking the flow.

Life goes on may be a tale of woe,
and that’s easy to say when it’s not your dime.
I’m tired and distracted and ready to go

We’ve had a great run, but this I know:
drawing out a good thing would be a crime.
Don’t overstay, you’re breaking the flow.

If needs were less or the pace would slow,
if only I could be forever in my prime!
But I’m tired, distracted, and ready to go.

This month has left us much to show.
It hasn’t been easy, but we made the climb!
Don’t overstay now, you’ll break the flow.

I’m guessing you’d like a little quid pro quo,
and I thank you for reading all my rhythm and rhyme.
Now I’m tired and distracted and ready to go.
Don’t overstay. You’re breaking the flow.

Happy National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie poetry 26, “Good news will [Be] coming from the office”

At first I was a bit irritated by the typo in today’s fortune. It was the second one I drew, too, because the first was one I’d already done. Not wanting to eat three fortune cookies (I’m superstitious about not eating the cookie or, horrors, throwing away the fortunes), I decided to make the most of this one.

My “office” is my bookstore, which some of you may be familiar with, so this fortune got me thinking about how every time the door opens, there’s the potential for good news to be coming in. And that got me thinking about sitting here at my desk thinking good news was just going to come in and find me without me doing anything at all to attract it or deserve it. So I wrote this little villanelle a little tongue-in-cheek about my low energy days. (They do happen!)

Enjoy. 🙂

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
Good news will [be] coming from the office.

Potentiality
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Today I could just wait
for potential to find me
because I know I am great.

The way isn’t always straight
when you long to be free,
but today I should just wait.

Strive each day to create;
yes, on this we agree
because I know I am great.

Fake it till that date,
when all know my pedigree
but til then I shall just wait.

It won’t take long, it’s fate,
and this I can guarantee
because I know I am great.

Perseverance may be key
to arriving at your potentiality,
but today I can just wait
because I know I am great.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 15, “It is better not to speak of things you do not understand”

Haha! Finally a fortune I can work with! I both believe in this fortune…and don’t. Because while I try not to be a know-it-all and really don’t like those who are, I also think it’s possible someone may have something to say on something that they aren’t necessarily an expert on. Provided it’s a well-thought out opinion (and is regarded as opinion, not fact).

So, I took the viewpoint of an expert trying to hush up someone who’d like to have an opinion for this villanelle. And the villanelle form leant itself very well to this subject matter!

I hope you enjoy.

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
It is better not to speak of things you do not understand.

Greek to You
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Quiet now please, it is best not to speak
about these things you cannot understand;
I know you know to you this is all Greek,

so don’t talk about it, just remain meek,
and let those who do know get it in hand.
Quiet now please, it is best not to speak!

Nope, don’t even utter a single squeak!
Vital knowledge is too much to demand.
I know you know to you this is all Greek.

Okay, okay, come on and take a peek…
you might just as well know what we have planned,
but quiet please, it is best not to speak.

You know we will not stand for your critique.
Our plan, as you can see, is much too grand.
I know you know to you this is all Greek.

Like a little hen, don’t open your beak;
much better brains than yours are in command.
Quiet now, please, it is best not to speak.
You know I know to you this is all Greek.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 12, “Never compare yourself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do”

I was stuck on this one for a while, but I decided to try it as a villanelle. That worked. Sort of.

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
Never compare yourself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do.

Winning
By Michelle Garren-Flye

I win again, don’t try to deny it!
My victory doesn’t have to be scored;
I won against myself, you should try it!

Numbers aren’t needed if I supply it…
but there you go, acting like you’re bored.
No matter, I win, you can’t deny it.

The world should rejoice with my win while it
is still fresh; I’m ready to be adored!
I won against myself, you should try it.

You can’t take it away or define it.
I know I have won, my inner crowd roared!
I win again, don’t try to deny it.

Now don’t worry about what that guy hit;
his score doesn’t matter, it’s my record.
I won against myself, you should try it.

For self-improvement this works, apply it
and your faith in yourself will be restored.
I win again, don’t try to deny it;
I won against myself, you should try it.

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 4, “Love Makes the World Shine”

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!

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
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.