Under Cover
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: The Dream, by Jacek Yerka
I draw my sleep beneath a golf ball moon,
where verdant trees sprout tiny, ticking clocks.
Deep waters hold me close in rippled arms,
enfold me in a soft, white bed of rocks.
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.
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.
Life Train-ing
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson
Photo by Roland Lösslein on Unsplash
A new train chugging round the bend,
I wish I knew where it would end.
So much momentum, smoke and steel,
unstoppable from stack to wheel.
Do Not Speak a Word
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson
Photo by Kristina Flour on Unsplash
Do not speak a word; I tell you.
Utter not one word.
These days your every phrase strikes me
as patently absurd.
Exposure
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Ailbhe Flynn on Unsplash
Just when I think that I can see
all of the angles that are me,
another flashes into view
and makes me question what I knew.
Susan’s Season
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka
Fall is a cozy season, made
to match my patchwork house.
What better spot for cider hot,
doughnuts for man
and holes for mouse?
Nod to Starry Night
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
Starry Night by Alex Ruiz
In the mind or in the meadow,
we must find our starry night.
From the green hills or the ghetto,
we are moved to set things right.
With Hearts Flung Wide
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Anita Schiller from His Children
We make of Life an enemy or friend,
depending on our hospitality…
our choice to welcome Her or let Her be,
our right to denigrate or to defend.
Life Bends
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
R. A. D. Stainforth
A river flows around the bend;
no man can see what lies ahead.
What mysteries does this portend
to fill my heart with hope or dread?