Amy Michelle Mosier
Biography of Amy Michelle Mosier
Poetry is in my blood. I'm related to Francis Scott Key and F.S. Fitzgerald on my dad's side. For me, it's a discipline. I'm always striving to read poetry, learn from it, build my vocabulary and practice the craft. Being opinionated helps. What you see here represents 1/6th of my total work. I'm happily married to a wonderful Hispanic man. When time permits, I scrounge YouTube for beautiful music and go hiking.
Amy Michelle Mosier's Works:
Envious of the Clouds
Aktuboo: A Guide to using the Arabic Script
Water is Many
Midnight Guests and Other Weird Stories
Señas de una Manera Sutil
Twelve Fairy Tales of Fancy
Amy Michelle Mosier Poems
Marriage Is Strength -
Marriage is strength - Much more than just love; Strength that's impactive Because it
Heaven Must Be A Library -
Heaven must be a library - An acquaintance in boredom said - With many open levels that are airy And plush carpet on which to tread
You Stole Me From A Castle
You stole me from a castle My defiant vassal. We went butterflyback riding Into wind that sounded like sighing.
Star Of Wonder
Star of wonder, star of power Bluest of steel blue It shines at the midnight hour. More wondrous than Regulus
Where have all the gentlemen gone? Worldly thoughts have led them astray - Desiring neither love nor brawn. Where? Have all the gentlemen gone?
The Treetop Glimmers Outside My Window
The treetop glimmers outside my window As light, dancing upon the leaves - Shimmers off each leaf in soft yellow. From afar, my attention is retrieved
Pink Is The Morning Sun Ablaze.
Pink is the morning sun ablaze. Gray is the balmy air. Purple is the city's haze. Brown is the wren's bleary stare.
Behold The Marvelous Wildflowers!
Behold the marvelous wildflowers! How they boldly carpet a sloping glen - Our gift from Earth's seasonal showers.
A Swirl Of Amaretto
A swirl of amaretto Revolves in my coffee Like a galaxy - Shimmering and slow.
My Friend Once Sighed
My friend once sighed That he watches planes fly by And wonders where they're going.
Happy Eyes Need Not The Sun
Happy eyes need not the sun For they, like yours, have a light of their own A cutting light the demons shun That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.
Memories are many, my heart is full Of gladness for the love I've found in you Love that always carries a sweet milieu. You are quite a man, both strong and gentle.
A Dream Is A Butterfly
A dream is a butterfly Fresh from the cocoon That is realized and soon Flutters up into the sky
Hiding In An Empty Room
Hiding in an empty room To have a minute with myself - I sat on a plush chair And sank about as low as I felt.
Hiding In An Empty Room
Hiding in an empty room
To have a minute with myself -
I sat on a plush chair
And sank about as low as I felt.
Heaving, I lied, saying
In my head - All is well.
Ticklish electricity then
Stirred the surrounding air.