Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

My friend once sighed

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 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;

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 -

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

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

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:

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

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..
Rather than talking to walls -

Rather than talking to walls -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Rather than talking to walls -I’d prefer a saguaroFor the wisdom they know.Centuries - they come and go -Leaving mysteries unsolvedAnd the tradi..
Behold the marvelous wildflowers!

Behold the marvelous wildflowers!

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Behold the marvelous wildflowers!How they boldly carpet a sloping glen -Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers.Hardly is the desert recognizable..