I spoke of it gingerly
In the back corner booth
Not of my choosing
Appropriately dark yet public, alike
I wondered
Would they believe or deny their ears
Embrace me or send me packing
Give or take,
It has been eleven hundred fifty five days
I still cannot tell if the words left my lips
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Fluent
Piece
After
Piece
I have thrown after hope
That day might be anew
Under the microscope
Through the telescope
Yet not to the naked eye
Indeed it has
It is
Crisp, though unbleached
Comfortable, too
With a new song
In a language
I will struggle to learn, I will
Out and Up: A Haiku
Please never cower
Flight is just to capture your
Imagination
(Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 9)
(Photo Model: Reggie R., age 14)
Received
Has it been said to me
Before
Through some spirit
Holy or Otherwise
I do not recall
Just that it occurred to me
Or came to me
Just this moment
Through some spirit
Holy for Certain
That
Any
Good in me
Is
Christ in me
In Hours
Strangest sunrise
Melon colored
Preceded by a promise
From the choir
Preceded by the bad, bad Dream
Melancholy
All for only me
That I'd come higher
eclipsed: a haiku
Wishing beyond hope
The back of my soul be burned
With all that you'd said
Time-Life Continuum
Come with me I'm
One of those kind
I won't mind
If you need
To float a bit I'll
Be with you should you
Dawdle
I know these parts
Each side of my heart
Resolutely resolved
To remain uncured and
To come with you
Parking Lot: A Haiku
We kept holding hands
I clinging and you dragging
One day we let go
Forehead
Hallowed. Unhallowed.
Echoes unheard.
All the chasing. All the fleeing.
Hearts unmoved.
Under this roof. Within these hearts.
Lives entwined.
Careful words. Cherish the skin.
Beings enthralled.
Screen
The other side of a window
There must be smoke
Smell of it!
Midnight, late night smoke
Biding its time
Considering hiding the fire
Not thinking we keep careful watch
Will it expect
Our reach through the screen
Our grasp, when we rip out its heart?
