<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Lexi Flowers]]></title><description><![CDATA[Lexi Flowers]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2026 18:02:38 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.lexiflowers.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Issues with Customer’s Err Vis ]]></title><description><![CDATA[A poem using the knowledge of elementary latin roots and wordplay to discuss Customer Service issues and the error of a Customer's understanding.]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/issues-with-customer-s-err-vis</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc527d4760d48e5e911557</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><category><![CDATA[customer service]]></category><category><![CDATA[Customer Experience Insights]]></category><category><![CDATA[Effective Communication]]></category><category><![CDATA[Service Quality Matters]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 02:22:06 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Looking out the Window]]></title><description><![CDATA[A short poem about the brevity of allowance for any perceivable emotion and the private nature of deeply sorrowful ones.]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/lying-awake</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc506175afb0779a7616ef</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 02:14:20 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Eulogy of a Twig]]></title><description><![CDATA[This poem is about the death of a twig, and the essence of it that continues to live on.]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/eulogy-of-a-twig</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc4f3b4760d48e5e910ed6</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 02:04:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/16016f_b002b7821f5d4542887cc08c5d3812bb~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thundering Storms]]></title><description><![CDATA[A reflection on activities enjoyed that incur heavy pollution like 'Thunder Over Louisville' with jets pouring out fuel for viewing's sake. ]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/thundering-storms</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc480f75afb0779a7605a0</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 01:34:16 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Gun Range]]></title><description><![CDATA[A poem about the small and succinct finality of a gunshot. Pen through paper, a reflection of an elementary school past time. A juxtaposition too often understood on a local level. ]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/gun-range</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc46bd8614fb4128b22c67</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 01:30:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dead Swallowtail]]></title><description><![CDATA[A poem inspired by the childhood memory of the first encounter with death of a friend-- an eastern tiger swallowtail that used to visit me daily as a child passed away. Found on the side of the house, a funeral was held and the magic of the afterlife was not so present. ]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/dead-swallowtail</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc456a43e56f31776f1190</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 01:24:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/16016f_ee864876ddb94cbab00832a2a73ccb26~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Obscurities]]></title><description><![CDATA[Poem written 03.27.2021 by Lexi Flowers I like to say what I mean Sometimes I think poetry is stupid Sometimes I think a bird is just a bird But sometimes I think poetry is stupendous And a bird is just my soul Can poetry be stupid for you? Do you vain in understanding  Why a lyre may sound so sweet Why a tigre may lay at its feet And the willow tree dances with the wind? Can it be stupendous? When it resonates the birds wings Compelling it to fly, to fly To some branch of comprehension Some...]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/obscurities</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc41e14760d48e5e90f44b</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 01:10:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/16016f_8c259e659c194e21b33bca925f7b47ee~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Blue Fish]]></title><description><![CDATA[This poem is about the vulgar desire of ownership over unique beauty. Ownership which can only come by way of taking from another, something that can never be self-produced.]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/blue-fish</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc3da88614fb4128b21839</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 00:52:49 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Morning Glory]]></title><description><![CDATA[This poem is about the suffocating experience of dragging one's self out of a dark and suffocating place. Facing this suffocation, invasion of space and ultimately disregarding and demanding it to return to itself.]]></description><link>https://www.lexiflowers.com/post/morning-glory</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dc3c2243e56f31776efcfb</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 00:48:17 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>spamalexisflowers</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>