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Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Forgone
What to do
When love’s thrown at you with far, far, far less passion
Far less intent, than graffiti at a cinder block wall
Survive
Then come the wolves
One is all it takes to take you down, down, way, way down
To take your will, and leave you still with skin stone cold
Survive?
Why, Sir
Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take
Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors
Tandem
Baited
I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man
Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn
Every Feather: A Haiku
What nobility
In relinquishing my crown
As though I’ve gone mad?
Posture: A Haiku
Leather bound notebook
It asks me to write of fear
I’ll not waste the ink
unambivalent
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
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