Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

Sweet Crickets

Sweet Crickets

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Sweet crickets, the tuneYou’re playing tempts me to sleep.By your tune, I will drift offBetter to a place dark and deep.The low moon and toadsAs..
If ever we tarry apart a spell

If ever we tarry apart a spell

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


If ever we tarry apart a spellBecause circumstance conspired with fateRemember all our days for your heart's sake;Remember and wear a little smile.Kee..
How vast is the distance -

How vast is the distance -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


How vast is the distance - So I thought - between cradleAnd what was the final ascent To a plateau good and whole.What fine opportunities My wrinkles ..
Heaven must be a library -

Heaven must be a library -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Heaven must be a library - An acquaintance in boredom said -With many open levels that are airy And plush carpet on which to treadWith sliding ladders..
Along the way

Along the way

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Along the wayBirds whistle a tuneAs if to set a moodBut I know not what to say.The figure slowly thickensIn the distance;My heart beats fast -My gait ..
Flowers in the desert

Flowers in the desert

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Flowers in the desert Vibrantly grow forthIn yellows and purples Despite the salty EarthAnd when I think about How birds can fly at allI am reminded t..
I know a place of silence

I know a place of silence

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


I know a place of silence Where one can roam about - Touch the height of peace And watch the morning crown. It's a place well-hidden ..
The Elusive Lady

The Elusive Lady

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


The Moon became quietly jealous One night when I surveyed Venus.The usual glory reserved for her Went to the dancer with Perseus.At first, she passed ..
Triolet #1

Triolet #1

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


The Arizona Queen of the Night -She is a most mysterious flower -The one seen dancing in the moonlight.The Arizona Queen of the Night -In a pale gown,..
Rabat is a black pearl

Rabat is a black pearl

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Rabat is a black pearl Of cellophanic rainbowGazing upon waves that curl And lick a shore little known.Gibraltar is the dock Where it steadfast moors ..