Submissions by AmyMMosier (Amy Michelle Mosier)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Through a break in the trees
Through a break in the trees
Flows a tawny river
Sanding the rock endlessly
As a peerless carver.
The jungle is not seen
In the murky water's face.
The skies do not skim upon
Its delicate countenance.
It refuses the tree's growth.
The rushing seeks to replace
Tribulations for peace
Skipping them away.
Its waters fill my mind.
I remember Zongo Falls
As an obscure haven
For which my heart longs.
Flows a tawny river
Sanding the rock endlessly
As a peerless carver.
The jungle is not seen
In the murky water's face.
The skies do not skim upon
Its delicate countenance.
It refuses the tree's growth.
The rushing seeks to replace
Tribulations for peace
Skipping them away.
Its waters fill my mind.
I remember Zongo Falls
As an obscure haven
For which my heart longs.
#meditation
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Weeds as tall as children
Weeds as tall as children
Partially hide the dusty windows.
A long silence hangs
Where once promise echoed.
Broken glass fills the street –
Glittering like emeralds
To some – to a majority –
Proving their travails.
Partially hide the dusty windows.
A long silence hangs
Where once promise echoed.
Broken glass fills the street –
Glittering like emeralds
To some – to a majority –
Proving their travails.
#greed
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I’m envious of the clouds
I’m envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun –
Changing into colorful shrouds –
Lumping from many into one.
Their most compatible friend –
The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven.
Nebulosity permits
Travel without a passport.
They slip away on a whim
For a day’s length or more
And return a denizen.
That float happily in the sun –
Changing into colorful shrouds –
Lumping from many into one.
Their most compatible friend –
The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven.
Nebulosity permits
Travel without a passport.
They slip away on a whim
For a day’s length or more
And return a denizen.
#escape
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Grass is a taut crew;
Grass is a taut crew;
They stand at attention
As soldiers do
With orders from the sun –
Never having thoughts
That their purpose is trite
Or any doubts.
Each is a cosmopolite
Of their colonnade.
How exemplary –
I whispered to one blade –
To live as thee.
They stand at attention
As soldiers do
With orders from the sun –
Never having thoughts
That their purpose is trite
Or any doubts.
Each is a cosmopolite
Of their colonnade.
How exemplary –
I whispered to one blade –
To live as thee.
#SelfReflection
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Just as sleep bested my eyes -
Just as sleep bested my eyes -
There came a looming presence -
Strange and full of mysteries -
That alit upon my rest.
There wasn't a familiar word
Sufficient for such trespass
So silence was the measure
For my unexpected guest.
Time was also dissolved;
Every thought - every breath
Was confounded by a love
I scarcely struggled against
But the hour was growing late
So He flew off to find a heart
More predisposed and awake
And gave me over to the dark.
There came a looming presence -
Strange and full of mysteries -
That alit upon my rest.
There wasn't a familiar word
Sufficient for such trespass
So silence was the measure
For my unexpected guest.
Time was also dissolved;
Every thought - every breath
Was confounded by a love
I scarcely struggled against
But the hour was growing late
So He flew off to find a heart
More predisposed and awake
And gave me over to the dark.
#spiritual
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Like the Sphinx
Like the Sphinx
Igor lies regally
With eyes closed off
To the world.
He finds his zen
And feels the breeze
But knows not how much
He is revered.
Igor lies regally
With eyes closed off
To the world.
He finds his zen
And feels the breeze
But knows not how much
He is revered.
#cats
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Like gold of Havilah
Like gold of Havilah
God is true and straight.
I can exhort Adonai
For His tender heart.
Be it ambivalence
Or the hour of drear
Wherever prayer is
The Lord abides there.
Royalty and rivalry
May erupt with hate
But He will take my leave
Untouched by the flame.
God is true and straight.
I can exhort Adonai
For His tender heart.
Be it ambivalence
Or the hour of drear
Wherever prayer is
The Lord abides there.
Royalty and rivalry
May erupt with hate
But He will take my leave
Untouched by the flame.
#Christian
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Like a sparkling Roman candle
Like a sparkling Roman candle
Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh, what deep purple bells! –
That decorate the trail along
Where pebblestones were swept aside
And sway with the breeze –
Not to elicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh, what deep purple bells! –
That decorate the trail along
Where pebblestones were swept aside
And sway with the breeze –
Not to elicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
#spring
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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.
Brown upon brown, they draw me in;
I can’t look away nor could I leave
One who burns with a burning passion
With an innocence I dare not displease
And when I look into your eyes
My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.
I know your happiness derives
From within and they who see remember.
Shine for others, shine for me
But forget not that they’re mine to...
For they, like yours, have a light of their own
A cutting light the demons shun
That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.
Brown upon brown, they draw me in;
I can’t look away nor could I leave
One who burns with a burning passion
With an innocence I dare not displease
And when I look into your eyes
My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.
I know your happiness derives
From within and they who see remember.
Shine for others, shine for me
But forget not that they’re mine to...
#love
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When long days drag on me
When long days drag on me
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee – give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne –
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
Someday when time is cut sharp
I'll retrieve it from Whom I belong
And finding a full jar of prayers
Know that I was never alone.
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee – give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne –
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
Someday when time is cut sharp
I'll retrieve it from Whom I belong
And finding a full jar of prayers
Know that I was never alone.
#prayer
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Would you meet me sometime
Would you meet me sometime
At the space in between
The corner of reckless schism
And the street of broken dreams?
I just covet a good word or two –
So long as we break silence –
And I will collect an echo
Then leave and recommence.
At the space in between
The corner of reckless schism
And the street of broken dreams?
I just covet a good word or two –
So long as we break silence –
And I will collect an echo
Then leave and recommence.
#sadness
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Under a sky of celadon
Under a sky of celadon
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
#spring
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DU Poetry : Submissions by AmyMMosier (Amy Michelle Mosier)