Lovenotes

Lovenotes

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Each whiff of Mama's bread

rose in his heart

infused his head

with wafting warmth

and scented joy.

He was a happy boy.

Her perfume graced the air:

Light citrus

buried in her hair

so soft yet spicy

in its way,

pushed all his cares away.

Outdoors, each breath smelled new.

Bright green bore fruit

of orange hue

and flowers white

as blossomed bliss.

Fresh juice, the sweetest kiss.

Aflutter on the line,

sheets swaddled him

in fragrance fine

as sacheted lovenotes,

potpourri

of sacred memory.

THE CHALLENGE? 
WRITE A POEM ABOUT SCENTS.

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Dichotomy of a Rose

Dverse poets has a new assignment - a 44-word quadrille employing the word "rose." Greatly missing my usual meme (Magpie Tales, on hiatus just now), I am throwing my hand in with Dverse today to give this a try...

Dichotomy of a Rose 

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

 My love called me a rose.

I'm happy, heaven knows.

And yet, my stem is torn

'twixt beauty and the thorn.

In me, which does he see?

Bright bloom or injury?

Am I the prize...the prick?

Too risky for his heart to pick?

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The Humble Pundit

The Humble Pundit

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

The world does not depend on me, I know.

I am no expert here, no talking head.

My currents drive no universal flow.

Wisdom will not go missing when I'm dead.

A smart plan could be made outside my view.

Minus my blessing, good might still be done.

Opinions formed without me have held true.

Speech may have merit ere I have begun.

Believe me, of my failings I'm aware.

(Though in all fairness, they are oddly scant.)

I am no sage, of course, and yet compare…

Most think in scribble; I think in Rembrandt.

Without my presence, mankind would endure.

But would it thrive? Of that, I am less sure.

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The Love of God: Terror in Orlando

The Love of God: Terror in Orlando

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Religion is no bullet in the night,

no savage spewing of self-righteous might.

Truth is not verified by lifeblood shed,

nor does proof correlate with tallied dead.

Judgment belongs to God and God alone.

Belief, our gift to Him, is ours to own.

His people look on others with His eyes,

heartbound to love and honor, not despise.

God will not justify ungodly deeds,

committed to indulge our basest needs.

His goodness shuns the darkness, shines the light.

And every soul stands sacred in His sight.

Humility proves stronger than the sword.

Evil for evil earns its own reward.

God is not served by cruel, unyielding creeds.

The way is His; in peaceful paths He leads.

Then let us fill the measure of our birth

by walking in God's footsteps here on earth.

For we are His; to Him we shall return.

Love is the lesson each of us must learn.

∞§∞

Praying for the families of 49 young Americans, shot and killed in Orlando. 
Praying for our country, too…and a world that seems to have lost its way.

Such utter and reckless disregard for the sacred nature of human life is a tragedy, 
one I fear we will see more frequently in years to come. 
May we find better ways to face an uncertain future together, 

in love and in unity, refusing to become less than we are 
in the struggle to preserve all that we have been and are meant to be. 

We can and must seek out the light and stand in it. 

"Wherefore, stand ye in holy places, and be not moved, 
until the day of the Lord come…" 

D&C 87:8