Lovenotes
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Carly Mackler on Unsplash
Each whiff of Mama’s bread
rose in his heart
infused his head
with wafting warmth
and scented joy.
He was a happy boy.
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.
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.
Dichotomy of a Rose
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Meghan Schiereck on Unsplash
My love called me a rose.
I’m happy, heaven knows.
And yet, my stem is torn
‘twixt beauty and the thorn.
rusty
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Jouni Rajala on Unsplash
i cannot write
it’s all gone wrong
my words elude me
like a song
that i’ve sung
many times before
and yet recall
the tune no more
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.
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
image by Tyler Nix on Unsplash
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 Rick J. Brown on Unsplash
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.