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.
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.
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.
Empathy
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Image by getty-images-nuzgxAkgjpo on Unsplash
Of all the treasures in the earth
and underneath the sea,
no prize is valued more than this,
nor held more gratefully:
The Way (I Wish) We Were
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Cristina Glebova on Unsplash
In days gone by the town turned out,
dressed up in Sunday best,
to decorate the graves of men
who’d gone on to their rest.
who’d gone on to their rest.
Zada: (def.) “The Lucky One”
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: The Meal by Paul Gauguin
Zada was woman, “the lucky one.”
She fed them from her rich, round bowl—
the milk of human kindness, poi of pain.
Vitellus
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
image by djajakarta on Deviant Art
Protected by the
dark, we cling
to blind security.
We’re yellow at
the center
egg whites of our
eyes won’t see.