Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
How Big
The puzzle pieces I knew I could fit together, if given a lifetime
Why will my fingers never fumble and finally find the picture of you
How big the whole of you, the hole left in me
Staid
Absolutely as a mountain
Vast, ancient, complex
Unexplored by my eyes
Why?
Climb, I, your climate zones
Your staid steadies my feet
How am I to take nothing
This all you wish to give
Inhale a meditative Love
Exhale acceptance, heart
Come away untouched
Forbid!
Hamstringed
Somewhere between rounding third
And sliding into home
I’m hamstringed
I stop
I fall
I decide
I’ll not be tagged
There in the middle-ground
Could I crawl back and recover?
Counting on my brother’s full count
His double
Sweet time
His home run hit
Sweet savior
Instead I stand again
A fool, for certain
A rocket gone awry, we’ll see
But to the delight of the crowd
I seek home
Love-Based: A Haiku
These ingredients
I’ll be as water for you
You’ll be my sugar
Education
It is a new cup, a blessedly empty cup, staring at me
I thought I knew no thirst
There you stand, eyes upon me too
Teacher, mentor, friend
In full passion
Larger than life’s lessons, thus far
Red-hot tea kettle in one hand
Abundance in the other
And I, with great thirst, indeed, am ready to receive
unbothered

Pieces and parts
Never a whole
Never a woman worthy
Always too much
Less than enough
Less than a dance deserving
Such Ado

Oh go, wind
Leave at a speed faster than you are
And for once, have silence be your sound
How dare you awaken me
To the truth of the night
How dare you remind me
I am alone, and the chafe
Act sovereign, but know
I and the Sun
We will be here still, when you’re gone
Kept: A Haiku
I was only there
To make it all seem legit
You didn’t need me