The Painter
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2009 Heather Murry Anderson
with brush in hand
the world unfolds
ain’t color grand
each stroke explodes
General-Literary Poems
Posting these literary poems where people can enjoy them pleases me. Even poems that have landed in books, magazines, or anthologies will find a wider audience here, while poems used to the quiet solitude of my desk drawer will get to see the light of day and meet readers like you! (Art fans: Look for literary poems inspired by the work of well-known photographers and painters.) Please request permission by email, including full copyright information on each copy made. For internet use, a link back to this website is required.
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, simply read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
Cathye,
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
Don’t mess with me
Don’t crowd my space
You’re in my way
You’re in my face
Reflections: A Little Girl
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
(the images depicted here are not taken from His Children)
A little girl
A laugh, a sigh
A sparkle in
A soft, blue eye
The Power of Three
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage-Point Press
(the image depicted here is not taken from His Children)
there’s wisdom here
the power of three
the power of surf
and sand and sea
the power to kneel
The Gathering
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
The greatest joy in life is found
where love and loyalty abound.
What sweeter sight…what dearer sound
than all the family, gathered round?
Catharsis
©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, The Lyric
What is this thing that draws me to the sea?
What passion rises with each white-capped swell
to churn upon a watery carousel
and break in frothy secrets, spilling free?
The Legacy
©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, The Lyric
Image by Scott Webb from Unsplash
Old house, you held a family in your womb.
You stood upon the soil with warmth and grace,
a sanctuary and a birthing place,
nurturing life and love in every room.
Protestation No. 24, or
She Doth Protest Too Much
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Infinity Limited
I do not need thee; ‘tis a lie
to paint me weakened by thy charms.
Dost think thy sweeting feign would die
than leave the comfort of thine arms?