Is as tall as me,
all you'd promised me you'd be
and holds all my trust.
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Heaven, Here
It's our backyard
We're allowed
We allow ourselves
Such rights
As to keep a few toys strewn about
Such pleasures
Of the dancing of sun and shadows
Upon the nearly too-long grass
That feels so silky
So blessedly silky
Against our ankles and feet
And the breeze….
Fingerprints & Footsteps
I'll see you in all of the places
I suppose
In both the tough and simple spaces
I know
I expect every mile
And mountain
Each roadside diner
And map dot
Holds
The possibility and the not
Of you
The pedestal and the truth
Of you
Had I the insight
To the strength of your tarnish
Would I have walked life
Alone
I can't know
Would that you'd see me
In all of the places
I've touched, but I know
You'll choose the not
This Is Ugly
Where is the fire
Turn your eyes in every which way
There's the sense of hypocrisy
Deep in these hearts
Where is their fire
When all around there is such need
Abled-hand we and knowing mind
Is seems that there is no care
Where is our fire
Something is burning
The stench of it fills the nostrils
We've been warned against the lukewarm
Only
You're tolerating
Your mere mortality, your
Immorality
Shallow Depth
Scene; The wet silence
They cause to become ominous
When you wish a mere escape
Can we not look away
What more do we want
How much don't they think we can take
In This Often Early Morn’
You've what cools me
As the purr
Of a hungry cat
Trying not to ask
That kind
Of cool
How you warm me
As I watch
Morning's early dew
Set silent and still
While busy, flying things
Tend to my eyes
My Own Friend
Since I’ve created
A virtual haven here
I’ll uncreate it
Henceforth, you’re banished
Though I love you, I love you,
I’ll be my own friend
Gabled Walls
We are the In
Between
The Middle
Absorbing and reflecting back
All the inspiration they have inside
We are the Many
Around
The Gate
Herding and harnessing
All the good they long to give
They Touched
I heard him begin to breathe deep
Even breaths
Slipping away into sleep
Lulled
Garrison Keillor on the radio
If there’s ever a doubt
That the universe exists
As much in us as we in it
Watch and listen
To a child
And a storyteller
At the same time
