Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Very most likelySpring Again: A Haiku
remember the rush
the fiery assuredness
to pray from your soul?
Bookends
I spent those years serving you
Staying small
Despite that I’m an Amazon inside
A queen, afterall
You fought to write the pages of me
Poison pen
Tonight, I prayed today
The book ends
Badgered by Haiku
Better here than there
Regardless the chaos and
Loneliness you left
Considering Whether
Bring on the good cry
Release the melancholy color
Hang the sun-star back on high
How far the distance
What is the ultimate right goal
When ends this unknowing dance
Damned
This is not my bed
At fifteen or fifty
This flatness
This too-far-from-the-ground
These logistical dilemmas
These moral battles
Feel not-at-all right
Certain of November
Oh dearest Mom
I miss your girl
…her profile, her heart
Where you and Dad planted
Seeds of love
…and good-enough
Oh belov’d Sister
I lost your Sister
…ask me again, please again
To teach you, to lead you
Steps of strength
…and laughter contagious
Oh cold November
I won’t let you leave
…you’re here, you’ll stay
’til my Maker’s had His way
A wonderful way
…and I’m lame no more
Winter Formal: A Haiku
Oh, I revere it!
Winter’s waltz chancing my feet
O’er Autumn’s death march
A Wing
Likely it was always this way
Darkness knew me better than I believed
A step ahead
And always an angle
Some battles won, I will concede
The War perhaps
But for I’ve an Angel
