Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

By a gently flowing creek -

By a gently flowing creek -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


By a gently flowing creek - I saw a swallowtail flutterAbout my head, as though meek - And land softer than a feather.He was large enough, I swear - T..
A milky-eyed mourning dove

A milky-eyed mourning dove

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


A milky-eyed mourning doveSat upon a tombstone - tacit -Inside the grounds of St. FrancisTo admire a cache betroved.A sentinel's duty - it bears -Not ..
After making love

After making love

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


After making loveI lay my head upon your chestTo hear your heartbeat;You are delicately builtBut wonderfully alive.Your skin is like satinDraping acro..
To a stranger who has died -

To a stranger who has died -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


To a stranger who has died - Money is nontransferable;That the Egyptians tried - The kings - they're unconsolableBut I know some things that follow: A..
The treetop glimmers outside my window

The treetop glimmers outside my window

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


The treetop glimmers outside my window As light, dancing upon the leaflets -Shimmies about in affable yellow. My gaze can't help but be captivatedBy l..
The Garden of Eden

The Garden of Eden

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go.Palm fronds brush against my cheek - Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.They say this is t..
Coming from within a rising hedge

Coming from within a rising hedge

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander -I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than beforeAnd within the naked boughs O..
On waves of midnight blue -

On waves of midnight blue -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


On waves of midnight blue - We shoved off in the boat -It mattered not where to - Anywhere at a casual knot.We entered a world of darkness None but us..
Old age doesn’t exist for all

Old age doesn’t exist for all

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Old age doesn’t exist for all Because many claim its presence;I submit that living goes on Through many-hued firmaments.A shade of love lives he..
Like the Sphinx

Like the Sphinx

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Like the SphinxIgor lies regallyWith eyes closed offTo the world.He finds his zenAnd feels the breezeBut knows not how muchHe is revered.