It is only truth
Such uncomfortable truth
Which comforts me now
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Our Finest Hour
Our finest hour
And, Goddamn it, lift your voice
Shriek to me from out of the grey
It has been six years and six months to the day
Set aside your pen
Unpoison your wellspring
Harmonize with me
End the endless justification of silence
Of the dark
Lived lives trump safe lives
Remember?
Not Near: A Haiku
It’s called crazy, see?
Longing for someone’s someone
As they walk away
A Making
A going has to come, I know
An acquiescence to the shortened days
A refusing to refuse the night
I’ll clothe myself in skin-tone colors
I will stop hearing creation’s groan silenced
I’ll start feeling good, acting great, again
Original Thought Credit: Nina Simone, “Feeling Good”
Beauty to Behold
I give props to the parts of me that suffered through some things
I can still bring my game, despite all transition brings
For, both void and abundance create a most-sacred space
I’m a beauty to behold as I move with mid-life grace
Blur
Fault me — I henceforth forego jitterbugging feet
Assert some bias in my blood which rejects dancehall beat
As time tiktoks, I cling instead to swaying with the strings
Tango, Pan-Hellenic sway, and all such passion brings
Step danced exclamations void of pop-cultural fray
Barefoot, solo, or with friends — come…blur night into day
Light to the Prism
I tend to the green
I look for the prisms
To escape the prison inside
Grey-brown and desolate
Static-creating status symbols
Causing interferences
I’m a leprechaun lass
With treasure to spare
To share, is my true “why”
I daily trek to tend
Intentionally
To the green
Debt of Love: A Haiku
These darkened months spent
He paid no thought to our vow
Were we not worth that?
Swear Fealty
I did walk
Unknowingly
Into some feud
With a self-appointed lord
Who fought to the edge of reason
Against me
What false fealty, he
Who sought no reason to fight
For me
With then, my One, True Lord
Into some grace
Finally
I did walk
Solstice in June
Life I don’t recognize
Here nonetheless
Borne out of The Summer of Love
My first days
My always
Enamored with Solstice in June
Seek True North with me
Kick ass in the dugout with me
Help make love familiar again
