Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

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

I know a place

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


I know a placeWhere one can loungeAnd drink a refreshing dewWhere no worry survivesWhere no sounds intrudeWhere angels on its pathwaysAt times may be ..
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 ..
A swirl of amaretto

A swirl of amaretto

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


A swirl of amarettoRevolves in my coffee -Like a galaxy -Shimmering and slow.Dawn is utterly quiet;Moon beams - thin and long -Cleave to the flooringE..
Many a door, many a door

Many a door, many a door

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Many a door, many a doorAlong the complex’s corridor -A symbol meant to welcome -That’s what they’re for.Rows of doors, floor upon f..
Triolet #2

Triolet #2

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Where have all the gentlemen gone?Worldly thoughts have led them astray -Desiring neither love nor brawn.Where? Have all the gentlemen gone?Tho’..