Our actions, absent
Our language, lacking goodness
Why do we not care?
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Last Drop: A Haiku
And love, life and breath
And all I’ve never grasped for
Are fleeting, I know
Am Loved
I am at rest there
In that small space
That dazzling place
Away
The rest of the world
Keep your small-talk
Your Earth-bound walk
Away
Ruin
Fitful sleep
A desperate kind
Days walking drenched
Evidencing innocense
I, asking Why
You, lifelong rain
his: a haiku
i your beloved
i was invisible then
i am forever
Mahogany
Young man, when I’m old
If I’ve lost the key
Please help my heart to enter in
Remember for me, if I’ve forgotten
What we’ve built
What we’ve saved from the fire
Tell how death brought forth life
On our paths that diverged
How we’re found together again
Happy
I Stayed
Scrolling Up and Up and Up
This Time
And what Emerged, but a Proclamation!
The Heavens Themselves
Summoned and Summoners
Attendees and Attendants
Happy and One and All
Punctuated
how dare the canary,
a relative wisp of a force,
sing,
then presume
my ears,
my feet,
my heart…
were present,
or captive,
or cared, at all?
A Go
Remember the last Time
You hoped the day would come
You thought you shared the Earth
You promised promises
You knew that it would last
You felt it all collapse
High noon is ugly,
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