Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

Low dust clouds bristled

Low dust clouds bristled

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Low dust clouds bristled In the sky but I did not see;A lone grackle whistled A warning I did not perceive.The world would not cease turning In its cr..
I have nothing to offer

I have nothing to offer

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


I have nothing to offerExcept this small heart of mine.You come with laughter.I have a past much maligned.You come with true storiesAnd many talkative..
My friend once sighed

My friend once sighed

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


My friend once sighed That he watches planes fly by And wonders where they’re going. The world’s tempo beats on. I, too,..
A Chance Meeting

A Chance Meeting

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


What made you first look upon meMakes me joyful in my heartFor you saw something that could be.What made you first look upon meIs what the others coul..
Sonnet #1

Sonnet #1

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Memories are many, my heart is fullOf gladness for the love I've found in youLove that we manifested and forged true.You are quite a man, both strong ..
A stare stabbed me -

A stare stabbed me -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


A stare stabbed me -My eyes darted - a presenceLoomed large, electrically.A horned owl was my assailant.A rest in a mesquite treeMade a meeting of cha..
I heard my name called in the wind -

I heard my name called in the wind -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


I heard my name called in the wind -Stirring up in my heart a thrill.Neither a person at the trail bendNor stationed upon the hillDid this phenomenon ..
Weary day surrenders to night;

Weary day surrenders to night;

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Weary day surrenders to night; She wears a pleasant countenance.Echoes of traffic hush the strife Of a long day; a moment of silenceMakes still even t..
Some people - unpopular in stature -

Some people - unpopular in stature -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Some people - unpopular in stature - Slip away into death unnoticedSofter than a falling feather That little earns a second glanceBut the good deeds o..
I’m envious of the clouds

I’m envious of the clouds

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


I’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun -Changing into colorful shrouds - Lumping from many into one.Their most compatible frien..