Steel Me

Posted on August 7, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

Wherever is my friend
Magnolia tree in her front yard

Alternating flecks of shade ‘n sun
Upon my weakened shoulders

As I walk under it and set a spell
A good cry comes

A goodbye cry, finally
To all the disease now felled

Hologram

Posted on August 1, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

Mock human
Mocking human sorrow
Under a guise
A disguise
Of shared humanity
Which, were you to dig deep
You would dig
Had you any true depth at all

Pulsar Day

Posted on July 30, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

What if I befriended time
Then took its outstretched hand

Separation was no more
Despite life’s shifting sand

Daytime, nighttime were as one
Without the fear of loss

Silver seconds, yearnless years
And age no bridge to cross

I beckon thee to join with me
In unrelenting drive

To put away some thought of death
To embrace what’s alive

Each minute is a golden hour
Each breath a pulsar day

When time gives us its outstretched hand
We must not look away

Less West

Posted on July 28, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

You stay out there
Laughing, likely
Mocking me
But On fire
Coughing heavily

I’ll stay back here
Broken, maybe
But Afire
Picking peaches
That God gave me

Auscultation: A Haiku

Posted on July 25, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

All I hear’s the breeze
The underdog sliding home
And a ripsaw heart

Original Inspiration: “As it is written, ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!’ ” (Romans 10:15)

You Can Survive

Posted on July 23, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

August alone again, prove me wrong

Dreams turned to nightmares

Out of the woods now, but strictly ill-willed attackers want me
Or — what I can give them

Still, every day, I show up
Smiling
Asking for more

Only arms-length adorers greet me
A bridge they must cross

All I am is a testimony
You can survive
Chaos
Abandonment
Doormatism
Abuse
Abandonment
Abandonment
Abandonment

She Really Is

Posted on July 18, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

She is not He
Nor an It or an If

She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be

Where If Goes To Become

She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To

She Really Is

She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal

There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love

She Is Leading Me

Symphonic

Posted on July 17, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

I want
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you

More importantly

I need
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you

Golden Age

Posted on July 16, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

Wherever is my friend Magnolia tree in her front yard

Alternating flecks of shade ‘n sun Upon my weakened shoulders

As I walk under it and set a spell A good cry comes

A goodbye cry, finally To all the disease now felled

You stay out there Laughing, likely Mocking me But On fire Coughing heavily

I’ll stay back here Broken, maybe But Afire Picking peaches That God gave me

All I hear’s the breeze The underdog sliding home And a ripsaw heart

Original Inspiration: “As it is written, ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!’ ” (Romans 10:15)

She is not He Nor an It or an If

She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be

Where If Goes To Become

She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To

She Really Is

She Is Peaches and Mittens August Fire, Mountain Avalanche She Is Baseball and Criminal

There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love

She Is Leading Me

I want With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you

More importantly

I need With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you

What do you call that Far East Asian ancient sailboat?

The one that’s always amber-orange and silhouetted, multiple masts

Sailing slowly but deliberately to anywhere but here￼

Help me because I can’t think

What, with all the noise in my head, contemplating your silence

Your confident cowardice

What do you call it

I want to hitch a ride to anywhere but here

Treasure?

No — what do you call it￼￼￼￼?

Wherever is my friend
Magnolia tree in her front yard

Alternating flecks of shade ‘n sun
Upon my weakened shoulders

As I walk under it and set a spell
A good cry comes

A goodbye cry, finally
To all the disease now felled

You stay out there
Laughing, likely
Mocking me
But On fire
Coughing heavily

I’ll stay back here
Broken, maybe
But Afire
Picking peaches
That God gave me

All I hear’s the breeze
The underdog sliding home
And a ripsaw heart

She is not He
Nor an It or an If

She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal

I want
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you

I need
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you

Sailing slowly but deliberately to anywhere but here

No — what do you call it?