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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 the 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.

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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.

 

 

National Poetry Month: Poem 9

Poem 9

Crossword

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Eleven letters, means liquefy.

There’s that word.

The one I keep seeing.

Deliquiesce.

 

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

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.