Maitresse
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: ballet – Danseuse ajustant sa brettelle by Edgar Degas
It’s music I remember most of all.
Soaring strains of winged Tchaikovsky,
brought to earth by steady beat
of wooden cane against a parquet floor.
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.
No Bridges
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
love
Stand beside me.
Make me stretch
my branches high,
transcend the morning sky
with me; don’t count
my rings and ridges.
The Vineyard
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph by Anita Schiller, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Thrust in the sickle, the land is rich,
and the fruit thereof is sweet.
The labor of love has been performed;
the cycle is complete.
In the Soup
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Minestra – Italian Wedding Soup (on love and Italian cooking)
“Italian wedding soup,” she said.
It sounded such a treat.
I’d married her one year ago;
my bliss was quite complete.
Time Stops for No One
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by crilleb50 – time
time stops for no one
but if i
sit down and freeze
blink neither eye
Unwind
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
What lovelier way to unwind can be found
than to visit a realm where ideas abound?
On Souls, Storms, and Sweetgrass
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
photo by Mark Haley on Flickr
My path, at times, is overgrown;
storms brew beneath my swirling sky.
The sweetgrass curls and turns to brush,
scrapes tender flesh as I pass by.
Passing Place
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
photo by Steven Kelley
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When you are stuck in second gear
and can’t seem to get by
the creeping trucks and pokey schmucks
before your weary eye;