Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

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.
Jesus stole him from me;

Jesus stole him from me;

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Jesus stole him from me;A cleft of my heart wentWith my beloved to grand company.Shock distracted the void �"Grief befriended melancholyAn..
Ample is the rising sun

Ample is the rising sun

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Ample is the rising sunThat alights the furthest mountainA carmine drape upon every hillExciting the birds to warble.Ample, too, is the evening sunTha..
How capricious it is

How capricious it is

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


How capricious it isTo follow the tail of a cometAnd skip across Saturn's rings -To wade in endless streams -Cloaked in ether's blanketOf midnight fan..