Tenor with a twang
Will you sing of daughters’ eyes
Charge that they not sigh
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Insipid Storm
How the heat
Awakens us
Unfairly ’round midnight
Demanding
Be more
Want more
Until we can take it no more
Covers off
Masks off
Enshroudments be gone
Our skin will breathe
At 3am
We’ll rise by choice
As Their Own
I love
This one
Woman with every ounce of my created
Being
And we
Will live out the rest
Of
This time
Together at a terrifyingly fast
But ecstatically slow
Pace
And we
Please April: A Haiku
I waive my white flag
To you my fair, checkered past
My if-only life
Thinking
You speak your language
Foggy, cryptic tongue
Leave me to plainsong
And my touch of metaphor
To keep us
windy, city girl
best Friend
who’d understand
you’d understand
this heartfelt need
this destructive deep
swim now or drown
you’d tell with love’s frown
my sister
you’d say
wake from sleep
Mansion: A Haiku
Don’t leave me emptied
anymore, evermore -don’t.
Don’t steal away me.
Emperor
Look with me if you will
You diamonds
For possibilities
Opportunities
As the finest ideals find fruition
Courageously bid if you dare
You rocks
That pressures
Oppressors
Draw near and be proved unclothed
To Do: A Haiku
Oh to no longer
be unrecognizable
and disconnected.
Victor
It is whisper quiet
This place
Alone is all there is
Truth a mere caricature of itself
No making sense of the light to the West
Fated are we
To be fallen stars and starlets
With delusion the Victor
