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Somewhere In My Mind, a poem by Lexi Flint


There is a seaside village

I can visit in my mind

anytime I need a break

from the hustle and bustle of everyday life

On the shore I hear seagulls

I feel the warm salty breeze

against my cheek.


the cool water splashing my ankles

the soft wet grainy sand

squishing between my toes

Sitting along the edge of the ocean

watching the sun rise over the crashing waves

the tide rolling out to lands unknown

carrying all my anxieties away

This is the place

where I can just be me

not a mom

not a wife

not an employee

Just me,

sitting in the sand

my breathing in rhythm with the ocean waves

I whisper a prayer of thanksgiving

into the wind,

sailing on the wings of the gulls

out to sea

following the horizon

ascending to heaven.

and God’s waiting ears.


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Road Blocks, a poem by Lexi Flint

Road blocks, a poem by Lexi Flint

Trying to move forward

holding on to the past




yet unfulfilled.

Road blocks

in my mind

in the form of







stop the flow of creativity

from my brain

to my fingertips

from my keyboard

into your soul.

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Before my first up of coffee, a poem by Lexi Flint

February 5th 2014

Before my first cup of coffee,

the call light is ringing.

I am not ready.

It is too early to think.

My brain is still foggy from lack of sleep.

Yet on squeaky rubber soles

I gently enter your room

to fluff your pillow,

silence you alarm,

ease your pain,

or hold your hand

Whatever you need

to calm your fears

I am there.

I am a nurse.


Before my second cup of coffee

I am pressing on your chest

pounding to the rhythm in my head

“Ah ,Ah, Ah, Ah ,Staying Alive, Staying Alive”

100 compressions a minute

Sweat dripping down my face

in a race to save your life

two minutes to check and see

if my rhythm

has restored your rhythm.


By the third cup of coffee

my adrenaline is pumping

I am ready to start my day

Four hours into a twelve hour shift

I still have charting left undone

but there are call lights to answers,

meds to give,

bedpans to empty,

hands to hold

and lives to save.

I enter the next room on my list.

“Hi my name is Lexi,

I will be your nurse today.

How can I help you?”


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Sound Waves, a poem by Lexi Flint


A hot cup of coffee, black.

Smooth jazz flowing through my radio speakers

on a sunny Friday morn

makes the longing I feel inside

just a little easier to bear.


I take one more drag off my singular cigarette of the day

smoke rings encircle my dreadlocked head

clouding my mind,

shifting images of you

less clear with each passing day.

You become better.

Less of what you are,

more of what I envision you to have been.

The you I dream of.

Personal deception of an aging mind

I guess.

Makes me long for what we had.

the images of the perfection we once weren’t

Ha Ha

waxing poetic over a hot cup of coffee

smooth jazz flowing on the sound waves

crashing into the foggy memories in my mind.


Lexi Flint

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An Unfinished Story, a poem by Lexi Flint

Today is the last day of the April Poem a Day  challenge. I still have a ton of poems to write to catch up . Here’s my effort for day #30 


thirty pages to go

thirty pages until the writer

completes their story

yet the file

sits open on her laptop




go by without her typing a single word.

maybe fear keeps her from completing it

fear of success,

fear of failure,

fear that her readers will see

what she is hiding deep inside

she has a multitude of


that keep her characters

in laptop limbo

one explosion,

one last kiss

away from


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The Unfairness of Death, a poem by Lexi Flint


I didn’t know his name.

Yet under the harsh lights

and sterile surrounding of the

emergency room

I prayed for a stranger’s soul

to have safe passage.


I dimmed the lights.

repositioned your arms

above the covers

placed your head on a pillow

into a more

natural position

trying to soften the blow

but can one really lessen

the pain

that remains after a loved one has departed?


Death is so cruel

always on our heels

from the moment we take our first breath

if only we would realize

maybe we would

love more

hate less

live more

give more



I watch, head lowered, as your family arrives

they part the curtains which hide your lifeless body

from the rest of the world

lest they give up hope and follow the road you have just traveled.

Your family , eyes glazed with tears

grief barely hidden behind tense smile

say a brief goodbye

and I prayed for them too.


Silently I placed yellow boxes

of tissue on the bedside table

willing myself to be



while your family shed their tears.


I imagine your spirit soaring through a black void



a final tear fell from your eye

as the green blip marched slowly across the screen

slower and slower until it stopped

as if

you had finally accepted your battle was complete

At Peace.


I bathed you quickly and gently

removing all signs of our effort to reclaim your life.

the wires

the tubes

the tape .

Silently I place the clichéd toe tag on your foot’s first digit

you have become biohazard

wrapped in plastic

and placed in a fridge like last night’s meatloaf.


As the refrigerator door closes

the click of the latch reverberates inside

the metal storage container signaling

the finality and unfairness of Death.

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Your Hazel Eyes, a poem by Lexi Flint


It breaks my heart when I look into your hazel eyes

they’re full of such sadness and unspeakable pain

it breaks my heart when I look into your tear filled eyes

maybe I caused it

maybe I’m the blame

If I look into the mirror

would I see the person you see when You look at me.

I try my best to be the better of the two

maybe I should look closer at myself

than looking down so far on you.

I know that no one is perfect

I know no one can sooth your pain

but I wonder if you would just listen

to my reasons

if you would just let me explain

maybe I could suture your wounds

maybe I could lessen your heartache

for it is a cold cruel world out there alone

and it will never be the same

as when I could hold you close

as when you let me dry your tears

maybe I want too much from you

that you just are not ready to give.

It breaks my heart every time I look into your hazel eyes

Hands balled up into fist

a volcano ready to explode

I see such sadness and pain

even if I do not know the reason

even if you cannot explain.

Just remember

no matter what

I am always here.

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