Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

Midnight

Midnight

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Seizuring so as if escaping from frightYou awoke suddenly near about midnightThen rolled over meeting my body halfwayBy instinct, drew nearer and kiss..
You stole me from a castle

You stole me from a castle

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


You stole me from a castleMy defiant vassal.We went butterflyback ridingInto wind that sounded like sighing.They put us down on a hill whenWe felt lik..
Pantoum #2

Pantoum #2

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Sealed with a kiss - Our union is a circle; Love, Laughter, Friendship In motion centripetal. Our union is a circle; That ring of p..
Happy eyes do not need the sun

Happy eyes do not need the sun

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Happy eyes do not need the sun For they, like yours, have a light of their own -A cutting light the demons shun That confesses to a kind, ageless soul..
Good morning, fair cardinal -

Good morning, fair cardinal -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Good morning, fair cardinal -How are you?How are your children?Your plumage is nearly outdoneBy the sun’s golden hue.The mattress is firm -My bl..
Sweet Crickets

Sweet Crickets

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Sweet crickets, the tuneYou’re playing tempts me to sleep.By your tune, I will drift offBetter to a place dark and deep.The low moon and toadsAs..
If ever we tarry apart a spell

If ever we tarry apart a spell

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


If ever we tarry apart a spellBecause circumstance conspired with fateRemember all our days for your heart's sake;Remember and wear a little smile.Kee..
How vast is the distance -

How vast is the distance -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


How vast is the distance - So I thought - between cradleAnd what was the final ascent To a plateau good and whole.What fine opportunities My wrinkles ..
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 ..