I’ve never used the haiku to springboard a different type of poem than a sonnet…until now. This is more freeform, or at least, it took on a form of its own. (Unless this type of poetry already has a name?) Anyway, I couldn’t pin this one into a sonnet format. It’s a bit more sprawling.

alabaster white
pottery shards strewn about
just flower petals

Unglued
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Seeing white shards among the green grass
I pause to remember shattered china
on the strange orange floor of the kitchen,
no sooner broken than regretted,
gathered up and pieced back together with glue.

But these are just magnolia petals
dropped carelessly from an angelic bloom
to the peace of the smooth emerald below,
and the tree has no regrets, emits no sighs,
but stands tall, rich in nonchalance.

Maybe it’s time to throw out the glue
and mow the broken scraps under
so I can grow something new. Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye