Since childhood
This morning
I love the unexplained
The camel caravan
The deep
I search the gray matterYou the lynchpin
For then and now
The love explained
The morning quest
The amber
I find the meritAnd lick my lips
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
her own poem
He was always his own
On loan
And less of a rock than a stone
She these reasons unknown
Bemoaned
Existing on scraps and on bones
Now with learned heart grown
Wounds sewn
She lives in the no-holds-barred zone
July 8, 2016: A Haiku
Experiencing
the Earth apart, does impart
permission for tears.
July 7, 2016: A Haiku
Pathological
Hopelessly holding out hope
Can be wonderful
Bright Side
Even if you’ve never known alone
May I pretend you were then
To think it breaks my (inaudible)
Though it heals my heart to think
I walked that bridge with you
I saw you delivered
Safely to your daydream
Yours intact
Mine a pipe dream, as he foretold
july 6, 2016: a haiku
i love that you are
just infinitely messy
and magnificent
July 5, 2016: A Haiku
Leave the memory
To its happy resting place
Its well-deserved joy
Boom
How tragic the begging
Look at me the sparkle
The boom and the bang that just happened
The braggadocio
The fizzle
The tomorrow go back to what you Were
July 4, 2016: A Haiku
The dark laboured not
The grand-finale in sight
And already dusk
July 3, 2016: A Haiku
West -too much, I feel.
Wherefore now the Eastern lands;
mystic ancient seas.