Two Men
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
Sit down with me, and let us seek
a respite from the cold and bleak.
Lay down the bundles that you hold,
and listen to the words I speak.
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 Climb
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
When do men lose the urge to climb
and run to ground?
Where children see a peak sublime
the grown-ups look at rock and grime,
Discarded
©2003 by Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
Too many sorrows I have known,
too many sadnesses unsaid.
A lake of woe surrounds my heart,
the last remains of tears unshed
Nubian Prince
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
Somewhere behind the angle of his face
resides the carefree child he used to be.
The soft curves yield to time, and in their place
emerge the strong lines of maturity.
The Honeymoon Is Over
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri
Image by Remy Loz from Unsplash
You love me, or you say so; that’s a crock.
If this is love, then love’s been oversold,
alone together in a bed gone cold
and all we do for heat is talk talk talk,
Our Love Is Life
©1996 Susan Noyes Anderson
Our love is deep and constant as the sea,
yet fresh as mountain air in early spring
and free as meadowlarks who, taking wing,
come home to find their rest in nest and tree.
The Source
©1999 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
If I had words to wrap around
those mommy days and mother years,
I’d hold them in my hands and say
that nothing ever disappears.
The Seasoning
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Photo by Adarsh Kummur on Unsplash
Bare branches,
gnarled, athritic fingers,
reaching, groping,
which way out?