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Low dust clouds bristled

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Low dust clouds bristled In the sky but I did not see;A lone grackle whistled A warning I did not perceive.The world would not cease turning In its cr..

I have nothing to offer

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

I have nothing to offerExcept this small heart of mine.You come with laughter.I have a past much maligned.You come with true storiesAnd many talkative..

My friend once sighed

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

My friend once sighed That he watches planes fly by And wonders where they’re going. The world’s tempo beats on. I, too,..

A Chance Meeting

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

What made you first look upon meMakes me joyful in my heartFor you saw something that could be.What made you first look upon meIs what the others coul..

Weary day surrenders to night;

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Weary day surrenders to night; She wears a pleasant countenance.Echoes of traffic hush the strife Of a long day; a moment of silenceMakes still even t..

Some people - unpopular in stature -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Some people - unpopular in stature - Slip away into death unnoticedSofter than a falling feather That little earns a second glanceBut the good deeds o..

I’m envious of the clouds

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

I’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun -Changing into colorful shrouds - Lumping from many into one.Their most compatible frien..

The wind hears many secrets

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

The wind hears many secretsAs he blows at his election.Only a hearer at best -He mulls them over and againBut doesn’t repeat or think aloudFor t..

Success is a strange definition:

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Success is a strange definition:Larger in the mind of an onlooker -Smaller in the hands of a heritor -In truth - without a measurement.It can be exagg..

Were I a rose

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Were I a rose I would model graciously -Oblige those of wise choice And prickle my enemy;If just a blade of grass I would blend in - nonchalant -And p..