Amy Michelle Mosier Poems

Ample is the rising sun
That alights the furthest mountain
A carmine drape upon every hill
Exciting the birds to warble.
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Jesus stole him from me;
A cleft of my heart went
With my beloved to grand company.
Shock distracted the void -
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Spring days like these
Were made for katie ruellia -
Who is royalty among flowers -
Robed delicately in purple.
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Like the Sphinx
Igor lies regally
With eyes closed off
To the world.
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Old age doesn't exist for all
Because many claim its presence;
I submit that living goes on
Through many-hued firmaments.
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On waves of midnight blue -
We shoved off in the boat -
It mattered not where to -
Anywhere at a casual knot.
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Coming from within a rising hedge
Of voluptuous white oleander -
I sensed a turmoil; one writhe
Seduced better than before
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Come and find me in this garden;
I know not where the hours go.
Palm fronds brush against my cheek -
Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.
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The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaflets -
Shimmies about in affable yellow.
My gaze can't help but be captivated
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To a stranger who has died -
Money is nontransferable;
That the Egyptians tried -
The kings - they're unconsolable
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