I died at your hand
I resurrected myself
I told my story
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Things in Threes: Our Haiku


Through


Our Song: Our Haiku
I am the sing-song
Embedded in your lost heart
I am your soul-song

Thing One
Before daybreak today
I heard their nervous flutter-breaths
The false adages
For, they knew — they always knew
Today I would abandon them
To save myself
Awakening
To fears, that wished I’d believe I was late
Or not good enough to show up in the first place
Back-talking
To Lies, that tried to infiltrate my wake-up thoughts
Would I recognize today was mine to do with as I pleased?
The gods allowed me sleep yester-eve’
The calendar delivered colors this morn’
Thus, my green eyes
Beheld true-blue skies
And animals came to instruct me
Before daybreak today

Tea Leaves
Cooperation
on occasion
there was, I recall
With attention
— dare I mention —
to the most primal instinct of all
But love
what of love
thusly, here the poem ends
For one cannot
and one ought not
use, abuse, and pretend

Jokes: Their Haiku

Stuck
This is no Northern Lights
Some Heaven-made magnetization
Just particles collided, we
Trauma-charged
Bonded
This is no Home Sweet Home
Though fires burn in us
For in our eyes we see
Never land, and
Invalidating mothers
This is no You & I
Each Saviors, for we can’t
It’s you
It’s me
The Devil we know better

Fluorescence
As light on eagle’s wings
You and I shone no more alone
Us, a part
Of one grand lumen
A candelabra
An abracadabra
Were we
*****
Separated particles now
Conjuring ended
Never again to sense
Green and feathery fingertips
Glow gone
Darkness in your midst
Did I reach you

The Search For Words
You hold no Universe…no balance, in your hands.
Release what you thought was yours.
Allow the busy minds to be full with content over their choices.
They want what they want…give it to them.
