Dichotomy of a Rose
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Meghan Schiereck on Unsplash
My love called me a rose.
I’m happy, heaven knows.
And yet, my stem is torn
‘twixt beauty and the thorn.
Author Archive
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.
rusty
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Jouni Rajala on Unsplash
i cannot write
it’s all gone wrong
my words elude me
like a song
that i’ve sung
many times before
and yet recall
the tune no more
The Humble Pundit
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
The world does not depend on me, I know.
I am no expert here, no talking head.
My currents drive no universal flow.
Wisdom will not go missing when I’m dead.
The Love of God: Terror in Orlando
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Noah Holm on Unsplash
Religion is no bullet in the night,
no savage spewing of self-righteous might.
Truth is not verified by lifeblood shed,
nor does proof correlate with tallied dead.
In Memoriam: A Plea for the Soldiers
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Andrew Pons on Unsplash
Remember them with pride, not shame.
Don’t taint their sacrifice with blame.
When evil fought to have its way,
young soldiers marched into the fray
and offered lives that they held dear.
The principles, to them, were clear.
On Hope
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Ronak Valobobhai on Unsplash
The cynic in me flirts with gloom
when something makes me grieve.
But I won’t let it rent a room.
HOPE is what I believe.
La Luchadora
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Ed Ross
Her hair is dressed in roses;
a waved trellis,
verdant and visceral,
rooted in animus
(head-as-hostile-soil).
Hope Lost, Hope Found
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Patrick Schneider on Unsplash
The heavy desert heat
assaulted her,
shut down her cool,
absorbed her essence,
stole from her the
right to breathe.