Red Plate Special
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Joseph LoRusso
Sometimes, in a cafe,
he gets hungry for
the red plate special.
Don’t make him blue.
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.
Two for the Road
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Michael Ramey on Unsplash
Life is a wet and dreary road,
oft traveled with a heavy load.
I rarely mind the soggy view
because I’m seated next to you.
Snow? Mais Non!
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
Snow image from Andrew Wyeth – The Mill
I’ll take my snow behind a window, please.
Let it fall freely past the frosty pane,
whilst I sit in my parlor quite at ease,
boots dry, exempt from sidewalk, stairs, and lane.
Setting Up House
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
first love – first home
It was early days, year one.
Two dreamers at the
gate of wedded bliss.
On Art and Artists
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Musician in the Rain by Robert Doisneau
on art and artists
Never keep your art too safe and warm;
it isn’t right.
Abandon it to sleet and hail;
strip it in harsh sunlight.
Closed
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photo by Anita Schiller – Closed (for the new year)
Times Square with all its cheer
cannot revive a year.
And no amount of pique
will slow a passing week.
Redux
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Resurrection Reunion 2 by Sir Stanley Spencer
Death is a many-splendored thing;
especially when it ends.
The shroud is shed; the raised heart sings
and everyone pretends
Maitresse
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: ballet – Danseuse ajustant sa brettelle by Edgar Degas
It’s music I remember most of all.
Soaring strains of winged Tchaikovsky,
brought to earth by steady beat
of wooden cane against a parquet floor.