No Bridges
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
love
Stand beside me.
Make me stretch
my branches high,
transcend the morning sky
with me; don’t count
my rings and ridges.
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.
Time Stops for No One
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by crilleb50 – time
time stops for no one
but if i
sit down and freeze
blink neither eye
Unwind
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
What lovelier way to unwind can be found
than to visit a realm where ideas abound?
Mother and Child
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller – on mothers
The world shows many faces;
every life holds sundry charms,
but universal is our yearning
for a mother’s arms.
Stone Cold Venus
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Venus de Milo with Drawers by Salvador Dali
Greet the one all creation adores,
crowned the goad-ess of weddings and wars.
She is immortallized
as a feast for men’s eyes,
but she’ll not let them get in her drawers!
Secrets
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Not to be Reproduced by René Magritte
Closed book am I,
cover-only showing;
all bound and stitched
up tight against
the knowing.
Summer of ’74
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Photo by Pat Whelen on Unsplash
It was the summer of 1974,
and he had never felt before
the restless longing of his youth
for something to hold up as truth.
The Door Swings Open
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
A Door in Charleston
It was Charleston in the fall,
no other bodies there to bend
the energy, just you and me (us…we),
begetting child-free memories to own.