Amy Michelle Mosier
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Olden knowledge should smolderA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierOlden knowledge should smolderAs smoke rising from an ember -Universal but not common -Peculiar but not forgotten.Tell me of those days of yore -Of ci.. |
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It was hefted upon a breeze -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierIt was hefted upon a breeze - As in a warm, flowing currentThrough a sea of palo verdes - To search for an embankment.That seed of promise - An implic.. |
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Forgive me, young dandelion.A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierForgive me, young dandelion.I did not feign disinterest.My mind has running thoughtsThat stole my attention.You only meant to be a friend.I was not be.. |
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Music starts my little churchA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierMusic starts my little church And bids us goers "come forward" -Timid and cleansing at first - Bringing voices to one accordThen her voice waxing loud.. |
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InvisibleA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWould you vouch for sound's sakeWholly dependent on oxygenAfter a tempestuous voice spakeAfter a humble tune is forgotten?Would you swear of love in e.. |
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moonlightA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiermoonlightcool air on my skinthe blanket's smell |
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a November breezeA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiera November breezeone palo verde bloomsanyway |
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a white-powdered landscapeA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiera white-powdered landscapesunbeams illuminatenothing |
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a little frogA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiera little frogsits on a warm rockbusy relaxing |
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a stalactite gleamsA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiera stalactite gleamsblack water dripsthe only sound |
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