perfect pretty

Posted on September 30, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

I’m realizing that
This is a patchwork
That is at times prickly
This notion of perfect
That demands precision
This is a perversion
That has been our peril
I’m realizing this

This Haiku: Art and Tears

Posted on September 29, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

What use are the words
I’ll offer silence with strength
And belief in you

Still, Soft Search

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

Four corners I’ve found
Flat, hard, sharp, square
I dig in, grasping, despite the glare
Emptying
It would appear
It is for naught
And not my style
I let go, hoping, because the song
Singing
The world must be softer than this

We

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

Let’s not look
Let’s just know
Let’s not map
Let’s just go
Let’s share shoulders
Let’s love long
Let’s hold hands
Let’s Stay strong

Truth Beside Me

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

Please wake up
Let me be selfish
With your arms and your eyes
Hold me, behold me
Warm me, melt me
Guide me, lead me on
Draw me closer, become one

Passion: A Haiku

Posted on September 27, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

You maddening thing

Kissing me beneath my hat

Walking boldly off

You’ll Do Fine

Posted on September 27, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

I’ve seen it
How you drive
All the rage
As you venture
To the Lands
All the others
Seem to fear

Guts in gear
Sixth sense afire
Eyes on prize
Finger on pulse
Caution to wind
Yes
You’ll do fine