Amy Michelle Mosier
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The cemetery is aliveA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierThe cemetery is aliveWith freshly cut mums and poinsettias.Gathering people make it even more abuzz.A crisp wind blowsOver each receding blade of gras.. |
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El Capitan - you are a jointA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierEl Capitan - you are a joint Within the Sierra NevadasOf punctuated granite - A sentinel of the ages.Sylvestris partition - Beam of silver - or steel .. |
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Bees labor not in vainA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierBees labor not in vainFor their task is plain.Listen - how they humAround the myoporum.Purple buds then show forthDeclaring their handiwork. |
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If you crush my footA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierIf you crush my footWith your worthy sandalIt would be sweet abuse.Indeed, the smell of your sweatWafting would beAs expensive perfume.Maybe my nose a.. |
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July 11th, 1991A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierTime, as I felt it, stopped As the Sun gave up its power and wanedBut for an interval. I was lost - Called away from the mundane.Given like a vision f.. |
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Oh, star - brightest star -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierOh, star - brightest star -That's first in the sky -I don't need advice;I just need an ear.Nobody else must knowBut I feel terrible.You seem quite cap.. |
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Always, a change of plansA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierAlways, a change of plans Interrupts my tranquil course -Set forth by circumstances It appears, for the worse.I resent it, I begrudge - It chips away .. |
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A rose gave up her secretA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierA rose gave up her secret Of its origin - of its beauty -In the shadow of her crescent - Fiercely hushed once to me.She told me of a plan of love And .. |
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The mirror is ignorantA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierThe mirror is ignorant Of what I know is the truth:Youth repelling the elements - A smooth face untouched by grief -An expression revealing no thought.. |
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Should malachite bemoanA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierShould malachite bemoanThe diamond's lusterWhen the diamond couldEnvy malachite's color?Does the pearl citeA greater metamorphosisThan that of hematit.. |
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