Tho’ my joints should ache
I’ll know that I cannot care
…there’s a row to hoe.
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Honest Ruse
Upon what land, what sinking sand
Do your feet stand
When what is true reduces you
To kneeling, sobbing, midnight-blue
Yet fallacy, it comforts thee
From its midst, hope flows gracefully
To be
You on the savanna not in khaki
Bygone-era flashgun held high at high-noon
Since you know there’s more than meets the eye
A yellow hat, but not exactly
Irritatingly inhuman level of patience for them
Misplaced monkeys beside you
Under the black cloth with you now
Looking for the simple
And Though
These groanings, these longings awaiting
Alive in my bones, and, though being put to none good use
Fare me still better than the cold, denying heart
Cardamom: A Haiku
Impossibly hot
So I know I’ll find myself
There in India
phantasm: a haiku
the Ocean not there
take your salt and take your depth
leave me parched and dry
The Way Of It
With the compressed exuberance of a schoolroom full of children penned
Spilled then to the play yard uncontained
There bravely apart will always stand
The One boy
On the outside looking in
With a sing-song strong voice no one will hear
Quick to smile eyes that yet catch no gaze
An uncommon courage the only company, she stands back, knowing her place
Better
After all the level orange
Noise
You knew I love the morning bird
Song
Somehow you had me wake up
Home Team
How fitting with tears
Already my eyes
Awake and about, too early for my taste today
Sitting before sunrise in morning’s faux light
Unfortunate scores, smiling lovers surprised on Kiss-Cam, toxic food stuffs
Damned Birds on the field
Root, root, root ’round my thoughts
But I wished
Thus, the tears
Sudden Stops
Not through dark glasses
Will I look toward
The brilliance of you
That fiery-blue that explodes from that you
From where when I let you come home, I opened the door
To distraction, destruction, the building back up
The giving of pause, the noticing all
I let you let me see
Without Caution
