Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

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..
Weeds as tall as children

Weeds as tall as children

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Weeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows.A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed.Broken glass fills the street - Glittering l..
The Sahara is another vast sea

The Sahara is another vast sea

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


The Sahara is another vast sea Of zero-edge horizonsAnd remote hours of austerity For "sailors" upon caravansAnd the Sun beams mercilessly And seems c..
Spring days like these

Spring days like these

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Spring days like these Were made for katie ruellia -Who is royalty among flowers - Robed delicately in purple.There - she arrived for the festivities ..
You can no more catch the sun

You can no more catch the sun

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


You can no more catch the sunThan I can command the rainYet love is an experienceWorthy of anguish for gain.