Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
605 Nights
Too many nights
Tonight finally was
Begging God
Which He warns us against
But He loves you, so
Just this one last time….
Bring him back
I love him unending
Bid him tell me why
I was not worth a goodbye
The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness
605 nights
You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourself
I love you, Lisa
Say that instead
Such words do not feel so difficult or surprising afterall
And you believe it
Jack Rabbit: A Haiku

You are nothing more
Than a bad, blurry photo
I wish I’d not seen
My morning cup, filled
The wonder! Why in the world
That this could be so
Would we allow it
Our eyes and mind be lifted
And we’d rise with Him
Kadesh
What might we share?
Except for some source of light
And the cello muse
I won’t pretend to know
Though
I like soft things
You like the edge
I’m drawn to abbeys
You’re from the deep
I flirt with irreverence
You respect me
So maybe we could stand
A day or year
A treaty, here
Find peace
Decide
Praise The Rock from which The Water flows
Not far from Jordan
Nonplussed
Were I to sit down once again on that bronze-y parquet floor
Recalling bare-legged me
Relishing the coming summer sunset warming the scene
Floor-to-ceiling picture windows
My minion, watching monkey-business on the idiot box
Constant companions, we
T-shirt and shorts, the two of us
The uniform of the discarded
I would smile this time
I understood and understand still
Your ill-behavior, your abandonment
Warranted silence
I could say no more
I’d polish my toenails
That same multicolored glitter gloss
Plotting my goodbye
Knowing you won’t care
Fool: A Haiku
I’m sure you supposed
You were the bravest of men
By not looking back
Hey, Hey: Our Haiku
Ease toward my ease
Our optimism merging
Our decisions one
We Slay
May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?
Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?
Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day
So again I may slay 
In the Making: My Haiku
Walk first, if you must
Though eyes downcast, chin up, love
Always, your chin up