Scribe this: It is fierce.
It belongs to no other.
It often seeks salt.
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
This Haiku: California Sunset
I’m thankful for the
Wonderland we wander through
And where we will dance
This Haiku: Four at 4am
They came in a dream
The kisses that were foretold
Soft as soft could be
This Haiku: The People Are Safe
But my heart -Beware!
I choose to full-on feel this
And to numb it not
If it rage at me
It has met its match, I swear!
My spirit’s ready
More Than Rubies
-Did I say there was a porch swing?
Please forgive me. I do not often repeat myself, but it’s been sometime since I’ve thought of it.
Yes, a porch swing.
A long-awaited gift, given by an angel who came late but saw with the heart what another could not see.
Anyway, the porch swing.
Each time I looked at it I felt worth more than rubies.
During the day, I was permitted my space, except to bring me coffee.
And there were…the nights. I felt clothed in purple….
Plus the Penguins
I choose
The coldest day of the year
When I’ll bind to what others fear
In a place
Where there’s no one near
And only the penguins hear
Feigned Nearness
“Corona,” I breathed into your ear,
“come no closer. For you are the life flow
through the veins of gods.
And the blood in my own
calls out for your Crown, affixed as it is
to your glorious head.”
This Haiku: I’ll Wear Pink
While dancing eyes sleep
And slumb’ring feet rest at last
And I stand at guard
This Haiku: Dear Mr. Mischief
My most solemn vow:
If you wander -lost- I’m here.
Find me in the dark.
This Haiku: “…hope wins. The End.”
Though the light flickers
A wager against the heart
Had best be for sport
Honoring American Veterans
at Veteran’s Day Parade, Milwaukee WI
Performers from Hmong American Peace Academy
