Sister asked, “How do you know when you’ve met your true love?”
I recall I beamed, “With each passing day, you Love the person More.”
After decades of consideration, brother added, “I agree.”
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Movement: A Haiku
Words promise all things
But fail without hands and feet
Grasp Collaborate
Nocturnal
He is.
My big cat posing as a kitten.
What happens to you at night?
Howling your songs?
Imparting your well-read, thoroughly practiced wisdom?
Pacing room to room, lapping up ingredients for tomorrow’s lunch?
My cat.
I smile as I fall asleep, thankful for your noise.
Props He Deserves
“Smile.”
“No, I’m too…for pictures!”
“TOO Bad. I just took yours -and no you’re not, you’re perfect. Perfect.”
I glanced at her, this post-baby lady -one on her hip, one at her feet, one on the field- with stretchy cotton dress, good-enough ponytail and thought, he’s right.
Time stopped. My smile met his smile. With an admiring heart, I gave him my best thumbs up.
A 1,000 Year Race
The air is humid.
The air is cold.
I deem it perfect.
The sky is grey.
The sky is blue.
I seek the true.
The run is hard.
The run is sweaty.
I call it perfect.
(with silly, spontaneous smile :)
I love our place.
I honor our Race.
I examine the mud and blood of my path.
What say you
-spirited children?
-neighbors in need?
-hungry strangers?
-weary warrior in the mirror?
I see springboard seeds of loving kindness.
I promise no further discount of me.
Sunrise’s Fix: A Haiku
That first drop of sun
long atop the horizon
sweeter than sunset
“Good Morning Key Largo”
No, No, No, Yes.
Visit more
golden boy.
Awake alert
joyful joy.
Blankets soft
breathing soft-er.
Quiet calm
before laughter.
Battle big
tough talk.
Hand hand
steadfastly walk.
Moms’ Best Day: A Haiku
Jump into Mom’s arms
and tell her your birthday wish.
You’ll never be “too….”
Except too perfect.
But we revel in that fact
and are part of it.
Random Midwest Sunset
I saw you from afar.
I ought to have looked away, but could not.
I must have it.
Such a cool shirt, I just really love it.
