The Humble Pundit
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
The world does not depend on me, I know.
I am no expert here, no talking head.
My currents drive no universal flow.
Wisdom will not go missing when I’m dead.
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 poetry 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.
La Luchadora
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Ed Ross
Her hair is dressed in roses;
a waved trellis,
verdant and visceral,
rooted in animus
(head-as-hostile-soil).
The Love Note
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
She loves him with a love profound,
but not that well-expressed.
The sweetness sings inside her heart
but rarely leaves her chest.
Checkmate: The Nemesis
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Damien Derouene
Your every move is cagey, I suspect;
and thus I am a trifle circumspect
in interactions co-opted by you.
The Mountains Are Calling
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
“Autumn’s Harmony” by Rachel Pettit
Take me to the mountain crest
along a winding trail.
Let the sweet air fill my chest;
lift me like a sail.
Be Still and Grow
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
photo by Francesca Woodman
Sometimes, life’s colors spin away and set us spinning, too.
The air about us thickens, and we lose our point of view.
Away and Away
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
photo by Caroline Knopf
Away and away to the black-bottomed sea
sailed her man on a whim and a wave.
“No creature above or below escapes me!”
was the promise his blushing bride gave.
In Weather
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Adolphe Valette
I went to England once.
London, not Manchester.
Rained cold, a bit sideways.
Dark, dreadful, dingy.
Under the weather.
I ran watered streets.
Unbooted, blithely undone.
Up, down, willy nilly.
Slowed through Piccadilly.
Magic.