The Vigil
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Infinity Limited
I speak to you of love
but words are vain,
like music played so oft
it loses charm.
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.
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The Nabisco Kids
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri
finding fear full-flavored
nutty, crunchy
they move nothing
rapt consumers
Classic Walking
©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, Mobius
My body is electric when
I’m walking to Vivaldi;
I shed years and pounds in minutes
moving to Rossini’s beat.
Chair, Dresser, Mirror
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
(Photograph ©2003 by Anita Schiller)
Beauty cannot enter where we do not leave a friendly space.
Poems began as empty pages, masterpieces as a trace.
Every note must stand alone before it makes a lullaby.
Every tree has greater stature viewed against a naked sky.
The View
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
At times, we look out on the world
and gain a clearer view,
but often we must fall to earth
to witness what is true.
Cocooned
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, Infinity Limited
He felt the world stop breathing yesterday,
And let the silence creep into his heart,
Then watched as if his spirit stood apart
Recording every dream that fell away.
The Stranger
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri
I remember the cat in better days, strutting
smugly through the soft, gold carpet, master
of his own paw-printed hallways, a silky legacy
on each duvet. I was an observer then, amused,
Renewing the Vows
©1996 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri (poem only)
I almost divorced my body
a couple of years ago.
Certainly, we were separated.
Irreconcilable differences.