Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

Don’t tell it to the wind

Don’t tell it to the wind

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Don’t tell it to the windTo be blown away as vaporOr share it with a gossiperAs fragile as a dandelion.Don’t speak of it on the mountainto..
I believe in charity -

I believe in charity -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


I believe in charity -Simple but profound -Joy made compound -Spurred momentarily.One act - hand to hand -Across the bridge -Is one’s privilegeF..
A dream is a butterfly

A dream is a butterfly

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


A dream is a butterflyFresh from the cocoonThat is realized and soonFlutters up into the skyOr faltering, goes astrayIs suddenly killedWhile young sti..
Sweat is the other garment

Sweat is the other garment

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Sweat is the other garment You wear in the desertWhen the only water is in the cactus And all but the flies are inertBut a cool layer of sweat Is a hi..
City lights, city lights -

City lights, city lights -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


City lights, city lights -Look at all the city lights!Some are red, some are blue -Some light up a roof -Such are our summer nights.A therapeutic wind..
My spirit cannot be bridled

My spirit cannot be bridled

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


My spirit cannot be bridled For it is as wild as fire -As innocent as a child And in secrecy, has desires.My body cannot contain it - No, because of h..
An inhospitable truth I have

An inhospitable truth I have

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


An inhospitable truth I have To carry throughout my lifeThat must stay buried in my heart - What a terrible truth!It dances on my tongue When I feel s..
A profusion of great heat

A profusion of great heat

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


A profusion of great heat Rose up and oppressed my mind.So few were signs of retreat It stifled an alarm seldom heard.Philosophy says the mind And bod..
Death, to me, is a stranger;

Death, to me, is a stranger;

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Death, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts.I’ve seen him but haven’t heard - I know of him but we’ve not met.He spoke a..
Tell me something more -

Tell me something more -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Tell me something more -Something about yourselfI’ve never heard beforeLazily. It’ll helpPass an afternoonAs hot as thisFor August is afoo..