Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

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..
Love is many, Water is many

Love is many, Water is many

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Love is many, Water is manyAnd flows aplentyBut Fire is oneAnd consumes until goneAll but purity.If to each other we belongAnd we’re to stay str..
You want to requite my love;

You want to requite my love;

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


You want to requite my love; You already have with a ringAnd many years of life So this I command you to bring:A bouquet of chocolate flowers - Each w..
He has a gift little perceived -

He has a gift little perceived -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


He has a gift little perceived - A mind for temperament and thoughts.That he is one of privilege Is both natural and mysterious.Such witchcraft to the..
Last night remains a scent

Last night remains a scent

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Last night remains a scent Remembered at slow length -Drawn from the air, lingering about - A secret kept under my breath.The union of your soft lips ..
When long days drag on me

When long days drag on me

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


When long days drag on me And my soul cries in the darkThen I speak my prayer in sleight And He slips it into my jar.Prithee - give it wings to fly up..
Every day is a new adventure

Every day is a new adventure

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Every day is a new adventure A new iota, a new gnosis -Search not by the easy standard But see through the eyes of genesis.The more I learn, the more ..