was it that i was
a most delicate flower
who could hold her own?
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
June 13, 2016: A Haiku
I have fancy eyes
And smiles that last forever
With which to make haste
June 12, 2016: A Haiku
Blanket Me with books
In the grass and balmy air
Try to kiss me there
June 11, 2016: A Haiku
The one running loose
With Einstein hair wants to learn
Is love relative
June 10, 2016: A Haiku
My hand and a kiss
Take nothing more from me, Love
Summon no wise words
June 9, 2016: A Haiku
And it’s disastrous
And it beautifies the world
Imagination
June 8, 2016
Waging with all heart a war
Pursuing a day that would never be
Offering the honor
Of a fair and good Fight
With bowed eyes I lay
Down my sword, down
Those Colors Again
Stairs
Steps
Stacks of grand books
Her hands reaching out
Sometimes there’s someone to grab them
White
Brown
Body unclothed
Her tears crying out
Never there’s anyone aware
Flying
Soaring
Feet on the ground
Her mind reaching out
Always there’s nobody who’ll speak
Lest: A Haiku
It was just a child
The world put its weight upon
It was just a bride
in the process
I cannot dismiss this
Yet I am unallowed
Left without a right
Stripped
Of what reason, what rhyme
What rhythm, oh what rhythm!
I danced with
When I was loved
