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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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Anger, a poem by Lexi Flint

Day 21 poem a day challenge

Today’s challenge was to write a Senyru which is a three line poem with a 5/7/5 syllable pattern . the poem is to be about the human condition. My Senyru has three stanzas. I hope you enjoy it.


Anger engulfs you,

you know not why, wondering

if it’s you or me


that causes the pain

that burns you from the inside

red faced, ears steaming


you won’t shed a tear

crying’s a sign of weakness

you won’t give into.


For more information regarding the Poetic Asides Poem A Day Challenge check out http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides


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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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Special Delivery, a poem by Lexi Flint

 Please remember these poems are just first drafts in my attempt to re-awaken my muse. I hope you enjoy them. Please feel free to join me on my year long journey to write a poem a day.


January 10, 2013

The hallway was silent as she entered the school

her designer heels echoed loudly

as she walked deliberately towards the principal’s office

in her hand she held the crumpled letter

that brought her back to these hallowed halls after all these years.

Anger furrowed her perfectly arched brows.

She loathed this school

Sister Sarah had been the bane of her existence twenty years ago

and now she was the principle

inflicting misery , she was sure, to all her entered her domain

The woman’s footsteps slowed as she reached her final destination

she paused tugging at her skirt that hit,

inappropriately per the uniform policy,

an inch too high above the knees

then she came back to her senses


she hadn’t been a student here for years,

decades even

She reached up to knock on the wood and glass door

a strangled gasp escaped her blood red lips

as the door creaked opened

“You’re late.” Sister Sarah said.

her small but imposing figure filling the door frame

“I…” the woman stammered.

“Don’t just stand there girl, come in, sit down!” she commanded.

The glass in the door rattled as the wiry old nun closed the door behind them.

Sister Sarah placed her hand on the woman’s back

Her skeletal fingers felt like ice cold knives on her spine

pushing her forward towards her fate

“Why ?”

“You know why.” Sister Sarah said.


“There are no excuses for this young lady”

The nun rounded her desk and stood in front of the window

dust motes floated though the thick air

enveloping the nuns black and white habit

The glaring sunlight obliterating her small face

all the woman could see were her piercing red eyes

“Why?” The woman managed to say once more

“You can’t take my diploma away, you’ll ruin my career” she said.

“You should have thought of that before…”

the nun slammed the twenty year old test paper on the desk in front of the her

“before you cheated on your algebra test.” Sister Sarah sneered at her, the nuns

teeth morphed into vampire like fangs.

Were her eyes playing tricks on her or

was that blood dripping down from …


The alarm clocks buzzing jolted the woman awake.

She was drenched in a cold sweat.

She sat up and sighed realizing it was only a dream.

“Honey are you okay?” her husband said entering their bedroom.

“I’m fine, it was just a dream.”

“Okay well I’ll see you later.” he said kissing her cheek as he left for work.

“by the way you have a piece of mail on the table, it came special delivery.”

The woman smile, he always did that when he sent her a surprise.

The woman bounded down the stairs toward the smell of fresh brewed coffee

and goodies but she was not greeted with the expected surprise

There were no flowers, no gifts, no surprises excepted for a mug of steaming hot

coffee and a pile mail.

The woman sat  at the kitchen counter sipping the steaming liquid

sorting the pile of mail her husband had left for her.

And there it was…

Special Delivery

She tore open the envelope

and then she let out a blood curding scream

it was a summons

to appear in the principles office

of Most Holy Mary Catholic School

Signed by,

Sister Sarah!!!!!!

When the woman’s husband found her body

she was laying on the kitchen floor clutching

the letter in one hand,

the handle of the shattered coffee mug  in the other

Weeks later the autopsy report

confirmed his wife had died of fright

and he wept because it was only supposed to be a joke.


by Lexi Flint


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A New Year A New Challenge by Lexi Flint

Where has my creativity gone?

It has been a long time since I have posted to my blog. I apologize for my laziness or  a better word for it would be procrastination. I have spent many long hours THINKING about my writing projects without actually putting pen to paper. I have three half finished novels  I would like to complete this year, God willing.  I am eager to get back to posting weekly or at least monthly book reviews and author interviews. 

Not having written anything in such a long time that I decided to challenge myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. (Sadly,I have already missed the first 8 days of the year.) I am using this self challenge to reawaken my creative side which was dampened with the chores of everyday life, work, laundry, motherhood and being just plain tired.

I will also be starting a travel writing class in order to combine two of my favorite activities, traveling and writing.  So if you see an occasional article here about my travels please bare with me.

Finally, If you have a book you would like reviewed or would like to request a blog interview for your latest writing project please leave me a message in the comment section and I will be sure to get back with you.

So without futher ado, please  enjoy my first poem of the year.

SILENT TEARS by Lexi Flint

Every night as she lays her head upon her pillow

an uneasiness sets upon her heart.

Without knowing the reason why

a silent tear

slips out her right eye.

keeping her back to her lover,

she quickly wipes  the wetness from her cheek

afraid he just might see

the real her,

some things you just don’t share

with anyone.

Every night as she lays her head upon her pillow

she plays a game of solitaire

a distraction to much needed self examination,

she fears that if she looks to close

she may find out why

the tears leak out of her right eye.

Every night as she lays her head upon her pillow

She says a silent prayer

to her God

to the Universe

to keep her safe until morning

to protect her family,

her friends,

her heart

from breaking once again.

Every night she keeps repeating

Every night she keeps from seeking

the reasons why she cries

silent tears every night

for if she would just let it go

release the pain no one must know

she may never stop crying again.


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My entry in the “Big 10” poetry contest. #poetry, #writing

Solomon's Wealth and Wisdom, as in 1 Kings 3:1...

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What is Poetry? It is the everyday
things that surprise, delight or entice me
Maybe, at times, it even frightens me

Poetry motivates me, putting pen
to paper, pondering life’s meaning but
“Everything is meaningless”, Solomon
said. Yet, throught poetry I find meaning.

In watching a blade of grass slowly grow
allowing birds to build their nests in spring
renewing the cycle of life once more.

Lexi Flint

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