The Philanthropist
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Unflinching resolution is
a phrase that always conjures you.
Your war cry is “Snap out of it.”
And “Seize the day” is your world view.
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.
Farewell the King of Spoons
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: It Must Be Time For Lunch Now by Francesca Woodman
It must be time for lunch now,
but I think I’ll take a pass.
It seems the king of spoons just tried
to knock me on my ass.
To Every Thing––A Season
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Chilmark Hay 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton
From break of dawn till setting sun,
he worked until the work was done.
No perks, no flex-time, no review–
just midday sun and morning dew.
Fade to Gray
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Yesterday’s Dreams by Jack Vetriano
Veiled in dreams that once came true,
the memories steal over you.
They cross your face, invade your space,
leave little sense of time or place.
La Plainte de la Grande Dame
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: A Dinner Table at Night by John Singer Sargent
We always dressed for dinner then,
lithe hostesses of peerless men
whose dreams were second to their pride.
So much to lose; still more to hide.
The Watcher
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Under Winslow Bridge by Valette
He watched, aloof, as other men built bridges…
eschewed their trust in girders, planks and beams.
Foundations always cracked for him or crumbled.
(Proof nothing strong is ever as it seems.)
Not Yet a Bust
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Big Room by Andrew Wyeth
In the end, we left the room quite empty.
Cold, save for the errant ray
of day-old sun that filtered past the pane.
It’s Complicated
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Ali Muftuogullari on Unsplash
I want to say
the worth of a puddle
is in the scenery it reflects.