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Amy Michelle Mosier Poem
Light kissed the buds of mallow
And welcomed an autumn bloom;
The cups that'd lain so shallow
Sprung forth and blushed anew.
It meandered as flowing water
Over the peaks one by one -
Spilling into a tankard
And joining more in tandem.
Every sparkle on the mounds
That captures my curious eye
Is one of some polished diamonds
For me to gaze at and sigh.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2025
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Amy Michelle Mosier Poem
Two streams that converge
And flow inextricably
Are like two lovers
Meandering about who meet -
Not knowing anything of what
They were missing before
But now having full sight
Each of the other -
Who rejoice at the freshet
And meld and flow as one
Assured of their fate
And their continual love.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2024
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Amy Michelle Mosier Poem
Pretty like the crystalline canyon rocks -
Fair like a deer wandering in the morn' -
With the Great Spirit as a faithful witness
A baby girl named Red Feather was born
And for her onyx eyes and ruddy cheeks
An angel was sent with kisses to adorn.
Her misery began with John Martin -
A white trader of uncouth demeanor
Who took one day a Navajo woman
As payment for whiskey and gunpowder
And soon his bride realized an inheritance
But in so doing died young in labor.
Red Feather lived - lived with a cruel father
Who cursed her and of her did not boast -
Withholding not his friends who laughed at her
And was ignored by passersby the most -
Irretrievably lost between two worlds
That scorned red highlights and native clothes
Until one day when grief overwhelmed her -
She ran away - against the blinding tears -
Where else but to the village of her mother
But discovered that they too made jeers
At the sight of her and there enslaved her
And instead of love - realized her worst fears.
But solace found Red Feather at moments
When she'd steal away to Spirit Canyon
To gaze upon the weathered petroglyphs.
Silence touched her heart every now and then
As she'd sit among the lonely rifts
And consider the Earth with the heavens.
There among them was one where an artist
Told of the wish of an ancient warrior
To jump the cliff and join the gentle spirits
That captured Red Feather's awe in particular
And since the life ahead held not her interest
She soon desired him and her mother
So it happened during one nice spring day:
The wildflowers breezed as she took the path -
Eagles circled above her at midday
And Red Feather stood on the edge with wrath -
Embraced the sky and Sun and leapt away -
Seeking what the next world might have.
Since that time many a wayward Navajo
And traveler alike claim to have seen
Red Feather come to them - white with glow -
And swear wholly it was not of a dream
But that she lives - she lives as a ghost
Wandering along the cliffs and beneath.
So should you come to Navajo Country
Look sharp - Red Feather's spirit takes flight.
She may run silently with a clan of coyotes
Or dance in the shadows of your firelight.
She may be the breeze that blows softly
Or the silver mist that rises at night.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2023
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Unseen pathways ahead are full
Of switchbacks and great ruts.
Should you get a foot entangled -
I can help you regain your steps.
None of the routes are easy;
There's no formidable plan.
I only know forward is the way
So I will follow behind.
Today is not new nor bright;
It hides a lot of middle ground.
I am the friend in your life
That brings some peace of mind
Yet death is deep and mysterious;
It's the Last Great Unknown.
That's what'll end our shared fates
And on we must walk alone.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2025
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I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I have been both with means and in lack
But always grateful for a swift breakthrough.
I have considered the centuries
And found an abode within the present.
I have counted my former hours
And scry the future for what might be left.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2025
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Amy Michelle Mosier Poem
Desert Botanical Garden - Phoenix, AZ
Come and find me in this garden;
I know not where the hours go.
Palm fronds brush against my cheek -
Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.
They say this is the Garden of Eden -
Rocks of lichen, red yucca.
But I think this is probably heaven -
Birds-of-paradise and vinca.
You will find here a green shelter;
Shade fills the inner sanctuary.
Canaries whistle o'er yonder -
Dew drops on a banana leaf.
Let's be as kids like we once were;
Take my hand, let's go find its end.
Make a wish on a four-leaf clover -
White passion vine, black-eyed Susan.
Heaven can wait if we persevere.
Let my bosom be your headrest.
Morning glories open to the day;
Sure feels like we're heaven-blessed.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2023
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What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs
Where cacti and mescals dare to abide!
Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs
Decorating the canyon may be espied.
In large nesting circles neatly drawn
In evaporating wisps and bold squares
In a sun to give thanks for every dawn
In little starbursts and stick figures
In a deer, in an eagle looking strong
In a war scene kept by the ancients -
It remains unsaid - time is not long
But to a murky end, everything drifts.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2023
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El Capitan - you are a joint
Within the Sierra Nevadas
Of punctuated granite -
A sentinel of the ages.
Sylvestris partition -
Beam of silver - or steel -
Are you a step to heaven
Or a capstone for hell?
Stern expression of peace -
Keeper of fortitude -
Of what would you speak?
Would I even understand you?
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2023
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Amy Michelle Mosier Poem
Many-hued pubs bid me welcome
As would friends on the street
And so does Cromwell Bridge
Where long ago we first met.
I see the fields where we played
And plucked up the kerry violets.
I gaze out over the dark bay
Reflecting our lives as glass.
Memories live but a season
And like a photograph
And erelong, I will be as one
Fading - crumbling fast.
When you are old and banjaxed
Will you still remember
And find there my countenance
Among the leas of Kenmare?
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2023
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Amy Michelle Mosier Poem
As empty as the future
So is a soaked page
Whose ink has run off.
I hope to be the author;
A new and boundless decade
Awaits my pen's touch.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2023
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