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.
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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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.
Flight to Freedom
Or Beating the Compromised Host Unit Blues
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetry Motel
The vertical blinds dissect
bright, broken patches of blue sky
and flowering trees of
verdant green,
color of life.
Requiem for the Grandiose
©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson, The Comstock Review
The day you killed me, I thought––What a drag––
and started making funeral arrangements.
I’d deal with all the requisite estrangements.
If dying was the task, then I’d die fine.