I gave my best coin
To a tall, steely machine
Now I wait and see
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
The Sure Thing
Funny
Who is the author of love
Holder of the clouds
The Great Physician
On any makeshift contraption I’ll climb
To place my very last dime
On That number on high
This is no bet
This Haiku: The Mirror’s Petition
How you speak to me
is always the only truth.
Look deep. Speak now soul!
Ruffles
I plan to be taken
To a place
Where my skin
Shines bright
In the warmth
Of The sun.
To a land
Where The language
Whispers,
“Come up too high.”
“Wear this flower.”
“Live this life.”
“Come undone,”
This Haiku: Cosmic Or Earthly?
What did this to you?
His hand? Or the bolt you chased?
Are you of this world?
What will make you say?
Serum for your lips? Or for
truth to take your hand?
This Haiku: What Wings
Feathers of fine words
Press up close against my back
Spill good ink on me
This Haiku: Since Sadness Must Come
A wing that’s broken
can heal with kind words. Be quick!
Step up with kind words.
This Haiku: Not On Our Own
He’s invited me
The grand possibility
-Trust, though I can’t see
This Haiku: The Cinnamon Vigil
I’ve dared me to be
that girl. That girl who believes.
Believes in all things.
Impractical things.
Impossible things. Red shoes.
White knights. And the like.
Gold hearts will win out.
I’ll call from dare’s door: This life
was worth waiting for.
This Haiku: From First Chair
I’ve heard percussion
Distant, hollow -like crickets
I listen for strings
