Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

Just as sleep bested my eyes -

Just as sleep bested my eyes -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Just as sleep bested my eyes - There came a looming presence -Strange and full of mysteries - That alit upon my rest.There wasn't a familiar word Suff..
Under a sky of celadon

Under a sky of celadon

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Under a sky of celadon I watched bees huddleIn frenzied expectation Of riding a flaxen petal.Lupine and globe mallow Danced about while sageWaved at m..
Kalimba notes drift out

Kalimba notes drift out

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Kalimba notes drift outTo my delighted earAs if the Matobo plainsWere conveyed from afar.The tines - reverberating -Complete an ethereal bar.Each bar ..
Great and Rugged Pyrenees

Great and Rugged Pyrenees

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Great and Rugged Pyrenees Whose solid presence demandsNotice of lush valleys And Spanish oaks that dot the glens -Prevailing winds churn in wrath - I ..
On wisps of hope alone -

On wisps of hope alone -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


On wisps of hope alone - Love cannot soarFor hope quickly goes - Returning at some hour.It needs a pair of wings To up and awayWhen it seems resigned ..
Blanched veils there and above

Blanched veils there and above

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Blanched veils there and above Hold it in stony reposeThroughout time's continuum And blustering air flows.Earth granted an ovation - Nodding its magn..
Like gold of Havilah

Like gold of Havilah

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Like gold of Havilah God is true and straight.I can exhort Adonai For His tender heart.Be it ambivalence Or the hour of drearWherever prayer is The Lo..
Two streams that converge

Two streams that converge

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what The..
Through a break in the trees

Through a break in the trees

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Through a break in the trees Flows a tawny riverSanding the rock endlessly As a peerless carver.The jungle is not seen In the murky water's face.The s..
Come, graceful brittlebush

Come, graceful brittlebush

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Come, graceful brittlebush And creamy globe mallow blooms.The winds of spring call you Again from the sandy tombs.Come, you dashing lupine And join th..

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