Aren’t you a bit young?
To be using such words
Talking to strangers
Late, here in the dark
Playing with fire
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
This Haiku: That’s Our Story
I’m learning to walk
like you -but only like me,
with your gentle strut.
This Haiku: What Words Do
8am unglued
Connect my dots together
And steal my breath back
Save The Date
I wonder if birds keep calendars
And whether they’d pencil me in
We’d all leave our nests
And wander Where’s Best
To catch up on belated breaths
With wings this rusty
I’d ask them
“Teach Me
Of calm flight
In silent valleys.”
This Haiku: I Ran To Tell You
I pierced tender light
Sat indignant, watched it bleed
Yet you washed my feet
My heart beat convicts
My mind bows first, then repents
I ran to tell you
This Haiku: God’s Left Arm
I am gently coaxed
From that river where my heart
Seems to need to plunge
In A Loop
If that blue truck
Rolls down this road
I’ll act a fool
To stop its tracks
And draw it near
So I may smudge
That vintage chrome
This Haiku: …and repeat
Each day filled with peace
and freedom from fear, if not
filled with sweet quiet.
This Haiku: No Matter The City
I never compete
There’s no need -none can compare
I was born First Chair
Who Inspires
born at sea
lit by liGht
noisy braiN
sunny eyeS
permanent smiLe
ink-Y skin
sharing shouldErs
helping heaRt
shutterbug sOul
Guinness book arm
wanderiNg feet
bOred by bows
paTient pen
sTeward of creatures
enamoRed on earth
Taken with “tinies”
Knows true north
seEking a shirt
