
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
What I Can’t Say
Hold your hand
Protect your heart with my life
Point you due north to True North
Make you weak when you feel strong
I do
Full: A Haiku
Am I actual
Or am I only a wisp
Only a once-was
Not Lisa
Tell me
Tell me I was right
That you made it home after all, despite
That a miracle overcame an endless night
Tell me I’m to fight a different fight
Tell me
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Music, I’m sorry, makes me weak when it is the sound of falling snow
Or arrives on a wave of guitar strings
Or Your voice, calm and out of my league, I’m sorry, music makes me weak
Allege
NOW COMES the Respondent, another wave in the tide
A meritless crash upon an innocent shore
Another Excuse lacking an answer
Forcing me to question my sun and my senses
Allege a wrongdoing, a heartbreak, a theft
And cry a toddler’s tantrum as the sand swallows then recedes from my feet
Point On The Globe
Meet me here, this point on the globe, to see what we must see
There is a hill, there is a kiss, and an eye color I need to prove
On that certain uncertain sidewalk, you seemed as a giant then
In need of you, but I, with no mind to know or mouth to speak
Say our peace now, lest forces drive us our separate ways
Bring your hearted treasures -I’ll save them with you, this time
And so it is today, yet more, to hold a whole lifetime again
Outpoured: A Haiku
I inhale for me
I exhale and pray for you
An awakened we
Pod
Look for him
Baseball bat for a mouth, daggers for eyes
Petrified monolith heart
Where was the research
And why no warning
Icicle fingers, unwilling feet
Did I not warrant some sun
The most routine walk down any staircase
Has me hearing in stereo
Boom-box voice with metronome tone
Over and over again
Don’t ascend
Pursuit: A Haiku
Though my breath be pained
Though all aches, I pray thusly
God, Thy will be done

