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National Poetry Month: Poem 27

It’s Poem in Your Pocket Day. Here’s a poem. Just saying.

Poem 27

The Last Word

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

I left a new book on the dock yesterday.

And by the time I returned,

Rain had fallen and dried again.

The pages, once crisp, were brittle

To the touch; the shiny cover had dulled.

But its message had not dimmed in the wash—

I found the last word I read right where I left it.

National Poetry Month: Poem 26

Poem 26

Horsehair and Sheep Gut

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Why does the violin make me feel

Strong and free—and right?

Horsehair draws across sheep gut strings

And my heart wants to take flight.

 

Soaring through the clouds—

A seagull when he wheels—

Heading higher into the sky—

No, this is how the eagle feels.

 

But when the music is over

And the instruments are put away

Where does that leave the listener?

Except plummeting into the light of day?

National Poetry Month: Poem 25

Poem 25

In Over Your Head

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

You miss solid ground beneath your feet,

But paddle gamely on.

Your resolve is still intact—

You’ll never admit defeat.

 

But the waves are rising and you’re far from shore.

Your legs are tired and your arms are sore.

 

And when at last the life preserver appears,

And you seize it in your grasp,

You realize it’s pulling you back—

But maybe that’s the least of your fears.

 

Is there shame in going back there

When you never really belonged out here?

National Poetry Month: Poem 24

I had some fun with this one.

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.

National Poetry Month: Poem 19

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.

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.