Fade to Gray
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Yesterday’s Dreams by Jack Vetriano
Veiled in dreams that once came true,
the memories steal over you.
They cross your face, invade your space,
leave little sense of time or place.
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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.
Dog Days of Summer
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Photo by Kara Kupfer on Unsplash
Today’s too hot to bark or bite,
too warm to walk or wag.
I’m not inclined to chomp or chew.
(My jowls are on the sag.)
La Plainte de la Grande Dame
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: A Dinner Table at Night by John Singer Sargent
We always dressed for dinner then,
lithe hostesses of peerless men
whose dreams were second to their pride.
So much to lose; still more to hide.
The Watcher
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Under Winslow Bridge by Valette
He watched, aloof, as other men built bridges…
eschewed their trust in girders, planks and beams.
Foundations always cracked for him or crumbled.
(Proof nothing strong is ever as it seems.)
Not Yet a Bust
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Big Room by Andrew Wyeth
In the end, we left the room quite empty.
Cold, save for the errant ray
of day-old sun that filtered past the pane.
Opposites Attract
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
He said yes. She said no.
She said high. He said low.
He said dark. She said light.
She said wrong. He said right.
Say It with Flowers
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Has it really been a decade
since you were in my arms?
Ten years ago, I bid farewell
to you and all your charms.
It’s Complicated
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Ali Muftuogullari on Unsplash
I want to say
the worth of a puddle
is in the scenery it reflects.