Thank you thesaurus
When slyest words eschew us
You spice our chorus
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Heart Lore
Which are the important words
The ones we want made clear
Whose sentiment we underscore
Whose truths we need to hear
It’s key that they not remain words
But values we live out
Let us let them color us
And show what we’re about
Next Life
It was the wind
Just
I told my neck
So sure it’d felt
Your fingertips trace
A promise
For later
Scrap: A Haiku
I dare us to tell
Why we cannot speak the truth
Or walk together
Pine
I wonder am I woodchips pine
Or golden strands of hay
Shredded bits of paper
With which you warm your day
Do I crackle orange-blue sparks
Or smoulder and then smoke
Dismissed into the dustpan
In one brilliant, single stroke
Uneven
Everything. The shiny,
The hot, the wishing for warmth
And that pilot’s still circling
Not caring for landing field light
Or the heat of home afterall
But circling
Higher and away
As if captaining a star flight
Upon which I can only draft
Wasn’t
Throw away the balance sheet
Said the CEO
But when I pointed to the page
With the account of my dear heart
He looked at me, He said to me
Girl, then throw no pearls
Sticky Frog: A Haiku
Leap! The greenest Frog
And steal me back from beyond
As I think of leaves
Citizen: A Haiku
If, as a traitor,
I meant to show I love us,
do you stand with me?
Headache
All the running
And I don’t know where I was going with this
But
It seemed important enough
Grace then woke me ’round mid-nite
From the dream
That was someone else’s
And giving me small rest
