Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Leather bound notebookunambivalent
there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;
but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!
Now
It occurred
to me
to be
happy.
Why, look
at me
at my
aliveness!
Loyalty: A Haiku
The Queen of Taken
She has soft, but mud-drenched hands
I’ve befriended her
Waylon
You, wayward highwayman of mine
Go where you will
Go where you wouldn’t
I have already found you
Hidden from their eyes
Yet blazing
Screaming through the Skies
Little Light
Ought I bake a cake with this
One I whip up on the fly
A pretty thing to be consumed
Ultimately?
Do I don the corduroy
Deep thinking, feigned or actual
With elbows patched so scholarly
Egotistically!
Shall I sit alone with this
As ancient wisdom would advise
Perhaps eternally, but seek
Tranquility.
Or will I simply walk with you
In sweet-smart cameraderie
Joining hands from East to West
Intimately….
My Neighbor: A Haiku
Spill it, the sugar
Suffer you, the consequnce
Chasing after me
Contained
Unthaw me
Shroud and shield me if you must
Reign over, rain on
Strike me sober
I can’t care, if that’s your way
All you do, I know it’s true!
Will ultimately unthaw me
Póleis: a Haiku
Greek goddess in me
All of her fire and color
You will bow to these
Nothing more than a thief