Sunday, November 27, 2016

The Tree in Me


©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Plant all my roots in rich brown earth
and stretch my branches wide.
Let golden rays of morning sun
fill every space inside.

Surround my leaves with bright blue sky
and float me on a cloud.
Set free the seeking soul in me;
remove the bleary shroud.

Make of my spirit something grand.
Expand the light I see.
Open my eyes to sacred gifts
that lie fallow in me.

Raise up new growth on mountain tops;
spread seeds from crest to crest.
Help me to claim and cultivate
the ground my heart loves best.

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Friday, October 7, 2016

Pinch Me. Please.

Do you ever feel a bit unmoored by life? What is it YOU do to get fastened down again? I generally like to vent, often in a poem. An example is this latest poem of mine, where I decided venting in sonnet form might be an interesting move. Hope you have some fun with it. I did.


©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Perhaps I've slipped the bonds of earth too soon,
or maybe I have simply loosed my grip
and orbited, a rather ghastly trip
that leaves me somewhere underneath the moon.
The dish has run off with my errant spoon.
No cow in sight, and yet a pirate ship
encircles me, my erstwhile dreams to strip,
bursting my bubbles with a mean harpoon.
I am no novice to the fractured dream,
the fairy tale that twists when it should turn.
My storyline's been split at every seam.
Release the purloined keyboard. Press return.
Or better yet, skip to the final scene,
where all is well and nothing left to learn.

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Monday, October 3, 2016

A Humble Heart


©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Are we not all beggars
before our risen Lord?
In death, all things are lost to us,
save those He hath restored.

His love and grace lend healing balm
to soothe the weeping soul.
Through His atoning sacrifice
is every man made whole.

Our Savior came into this world
all blessings to impart.
What will we offer in return,
if not a humble heart?

"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: 
a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise." 
Psalms 51:17

"And ye shall offer for a sacrifice unto me a broken heart and a contrite spirit." 
3 Nephi 9:20

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Two Pumpkins: haibun for the ages


Two Pumpkins: haibun for the ages
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

The pumpkins are already sitting on my porch. "Aren't you getting those a little early this year?" ask my husband, son, daughter. I answer in the negative, later realizing they are right. Circumstances have made of me a paradox this season: an aging person in a hurry for change. It's as if the wind that blows every falling leaf to its final resting place could propel and remove all the unwelcome detritus of my life, as if the browning of summer and spectacular burst of fall color might put an end to this summer of distress, replacing it with orange hues and scarlet splendor. I long for brisker days; cool, crisp air, the scents of wood and spice. And yes, two pumpkins on my porch. In September.

The silent tree waits.
Tired branches loose their burdens.
Swirling leaves flutter.

Assignment: Write a haibun with one paragraph about change, 
followed by a haiku.
(A haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, 
combining prose and haiku.)

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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Election Reflection


Election Reflection
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Donald J. Trump,
too often a chump.
Both his hair and his skin
are a trifle too thin.

Hillary Clinton,
determined to win one.
Her perception of truth
is a little uncouth.

John or Jane Doe,
nominees we don't know. 
We wish they were running,
and that ain't just funning.

Assignment: Write a clerihew, a comic verse on biographical topics consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme. (I have combined three clerihews to form one poem.)

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Thursday, September 15, 2016

House Rules: Updated


House Rules: Updated
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Today I am open
to new ways
better treatment
wiser thoughts
nuanced interpretations
broader understanding
measured reactions.

I embrace beauty
over belligerence,
grace over guilt,
release over
retribution.

I dismiss judgment,
impatience, intolerance,
hopelessness, helplessness...

offer negativity,
blame, and bitterness
one night's lodging 
only.

Assignment: a 44-word quadrille using the word "open."

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Reflections of Saint Malo


Reflections of St. Malo
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Come hearken back to days of yore.
Visit Saint Malo's rocky shore.
Down sunny California way,
it's sure to steal your heart away.

Designed to look like Normandy,
a fishing village by the sea,
this paradise of peace and plenty
laid its roots in 1920.

Cottages with charm to spare,
courtyards kissed with salty air,
private beaches, shells to comb,
dolphins diving through the foam.

Generations grew up here,
reuniting every year,
handing down a legacy:
life and love and family.

Few have left here; few have sold,
honoring those bonds of old.
Community is hard to find;
St. Malo is the lasting kind.

A privilege, here, to set my sails,
to walk these sands and brick-laid trails,
replete with sacred memory,
a gift of hope and reverie.


Assignment: A take-me-along travel or vacation poem

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Saturday, September 10, 2016

Sweet Reminders


Sweet Reminders
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Of late, I have been much away from home,
not of my own design but others' need.
The mind finds compensation as I roam:
appreciation for the life I lead.

A place and partner of my own are mine,
grounded in years and happy memories...
A cozy nook for solitary time,
dream-space to loose creative energies...

A yard with wise old trees that I adore
and bushes that have laid their roots down deep.
They rarely ask for water any more,
yet bloom in lasting beauty, ours to keep.

Too easy are these gifts to take in stride,
counting their goodness as my daily due.
Once home, the scent of jasmine wafts inside,
and every blessing greets my heart anew.

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Wednesday, September 7, 2016

13 Wishes


13 Wishes
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Plant me beside a mountain spring.
Don't let the stinging nettles sting.
Lift fallen birds into their trees.
Preserve the ailing honey bees.

Release the calories from food.
Grant frazzled moms a happy mood.
Lead every white cell to its germ.
Help flirty ova hook a sperm.

Send bedbugs clear to Timbuktu;
send all of Congress with them, too.
Un-spend the dollars they have spent.
Find someone sane for President.

That last wish may be too ambitious
(circumstances not propitious).
So I'll grant your wish, my friend
and cause this silly poem to end.

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Saturday, August 27, 2016

Burdens to Blessings


Burdens to Blessings
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

When life rears up and strikes me down,
when all the world turns bleak,
I look to God for hope and find
the comfort that I seek.

He may not snatch me from the jaws
of troubles I must bear,
yet He walks with me faithfully.
I feel His presence there.

Sometimes I choose to turn away
when suffering is great.
I rail against His timing, spurn
His help that comes "too late."

My heart does not remember then
what I remember now;
that if I would be as He is,
my life must teach me how.

For strength flows from the spirit
that has exercised its might.
Each violent storm I conquer
brings me closer to His light.

My Father has a plan for me,
a plan I once endorsed.
Each soul must find its way to Him;
no spirit shall be forced.

May I accept with grace all things
that bring me to my knees––
in joy or sorrow, grateful 
for my opportunities.

The world is one small moment
pulled from vast eternity.
Father, I would be mindful 
of thy priceless gifts to me:

Life lessons that I need to learn,
a family filled with love,
a Savior who will lead me home
to dwell with Him above.


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