Would that you’d write me
A love note I’d be
A breve note
A base note
On violin’s strings
Ink my sweet heart
Quill to my skin
Join your hand
With my hand
The wind ‘neath our wings
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
practice
An easy laugh
Is all I have
As I quiet my trying mind
To dream
For easy eyes
Explorers: A Haiku
Of sand, stars, ashes
We’re on our knees, sifting through
Blindfolded even
glacé
Bring me the triple-layer cake
The one with the missing slice
Sitting high in the antiqued-glass sweet shoppe
Lemony
Buttery
Sugar so gritty none else could dare tolerate
Bring it and I’ll set it there centered atop my table
I’ll write of it all day
Found Lost
This water
Why has no one before written warnings
Charted out the crevices filled with lore of the depths
As if we we born old-soul seafarers
As if
We should walk on water together
A little
Socks Off: A Haiku
You’d not comprehend
This learned strip of rose Sky
Said East’s horizon
Wand
I whitewash this moment
A pull toward neverland
Grasping at fairytale notions
I never took to in the first place
It seems they’ve chased me down
My five year-old me
Waved their collective magic
And deemed I will believe
Cistern
Concede
That you’ll not be he who is held
Resolve
To be holder of all that has life
Know
That He will keep you
Flower Peddlers: A Haiku
A leather-looped cord
Hanging taught, holding a light
Where there’d been sorrow
smiths
formed as weapons
unknowingly at times
or to intimidate so someone feels big
who will craft them
so they are not them at all
but friends with tiny heartbeats
