Your fabulous voice
From your lungs, heart, throat, lips, eyes
Will you speak to me?
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Open Book
Your tales tickle
As I peruse your pages
And mark-up your margins
Awesome author
My fingertips find
Lovely lines
Compelling commentary
Such sport
Cannot set it down
The Rocks We Collect
They often fill our path
Over some, we stumble
then hurl to the wind.
But most are just rough and pretty, smooth or slippery.
His strength will not fail us
should we choose to lift them all up
and turn them to art.
Want To
What monkey business
do you envision would serve
to fill all the voids?
Soul’s Garden
1100 petals from one window alone.
Move to the next, and count the rest, please universe, condone.
I’m pretty sure the sun’s bright flames will show me all they’ve got.
I’ll know the Name and win the game of loves & loves-me-not.
Eternal Flame
I won’t go. Wont go.
Never ever will I go.
Without that knowledge.
bird + bee
I want a baby
A baby of a kiss
The type that wakes you up to life’s
Tough and perfect bliss
I want a kiss
A kiss of a baby
Whose clear, bright eyes and honest cries
Shout: I’m alive -not maybe!
Mermaid: Confidential
On red-sky nights
She Steals
from the strong-willed.
Sucking
the beautiful
under, along with her.
On red-sky morns’
She Hopes.
But doesn’t discriminate
between beauty that is
with or without
gills.
At midnight
She Reflects
on the position of the Moon.
And may delight or give warn:
“You want to swim?”
“Are you certain?”
The How
A million flowers along this path.
Look at them all and know,
I, dew, do choose you.
I have such purpose.
And It Is as I’ve said.
Now let me tell you of my journey to you….
Our Earth
As we consider the Day
This in earnest we say
We wish to go out from the fray
For we know You Are Home
But would it be okay
if we dance for more days
and more with creatures play
and, too, take the long way home?
Art Credit: Artists unnamed; Schlitz Audubon Nature Center youth campers; Milwaukee, WI
