• POET'S PAGE
• BIOGRAPHY
• POEMS

Amy Michelle Mosier

• He has a gift little perceived –
• Heaven must be a library –
• Her voice resonates
• How capricious it is
• How they stop us dead
• How vast is the distance -
• I am your enthusiasm
• I have lived a hundred different lives -
• I have nothing to offer
• I know a place of silence
• I saw a woman emerge from a shadow
• I see the green of the desert
• I was smote by words
• I’m envious of the clouds
• If ever we tarry apart a spell
• Is something calling again
• It was hefted upon a breeze -
• Jesus stole him from me;
• July 11th, 1991
• Just as sleep bested my eyes -
• Kalimba notes drift out
• Keep your vigil, whispers of gray –
• Kentia palms catch a breeze
• Last night remains a scent
• Let us drink in the sunshine
• Like a sparkling Roman candle –
• Like gold of Havilah
• Like the Sphinx
• Love is many, Water is many
• Love is two pairs of footprints
• Love Me
• Low dust clouds bristled
• Many-hued pubs bid me welcome
• marred by insults
• Meet me at the freshet
• Memories
• Midnight
• moonlight
• Music starts my little church
• My friend once sighed
• My heart is an empty jardiniere
• My lover – he feels blank –
• My spirit cannot be bridled
• Neither one waiting at the bend
• Often conversation carries
• Oh, joy! at the night sky
• Oh, star – brightest star –
• Old age doesn’t exist for all
• On Havana's white shore –
• On waves of midnight blue –