Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Don’t become the noiseInnermost
Voice as an untuned violin
Condemning he-speak hijacks my innermost thoughts
Drowning my ears
Wisdom in my soul, for what!
When my every word and thought is dead upon arrival
Mused: A Haiku
Bled out, I still live
And see you direct the dark
And orchestrate sin
A Gift You Didn’t Want
Do you remember the after-work nights
I’d let you lay your tawny head in my lap
Content now, at peace finally
You’d fall fast asleep, clutching my hand
The movie would roll
I’d wake you during
With an anything-but-absentminded stroke of your hair
Or after
With a simple kiss
Eagerly, I’d relay all you’d missed
Sleepily, you’d disclose you’d seen it, actually
The gentle walk to bedtime now
Tomorrow’s a busy day
The why, I reasoned
Without reaching out to my heart or my skin
You’d fall fast asleep, clutching my hand
I’d think of you there
So far over there
As my starving skin fell slowly
Asleep
Finally
Morning, I, still clutching
My hand making breakfast with berries
Feeding you what felt like a gift you didn’t want
I remember the sun seemed to always shine through my door on you
As you left for the day
And for too-many days more missing you
I’d fall fast asleep, clutching your hand
In my heart
Skin screaming out at the emptiness, but the weekend was coming
Saturday! The day
You’d let me share my City
My family, my home, my sound-sleep space again
My time, my life
With you
Do you miss this?
Or was boredom all you recall?
Sin and God
I see you tucked away, there in the corner of this epic adventure.
A stowaway undermining, under the guise of love and concern.
I come for inspection, to work, and for respite every couple of days and we lock eyes.
With your back to me, and a mirror before you, I watch you watch me plead hello.
There’s a reason you do not respond to my greetings until the awkwardness becomes too thick to ignore me anymore.
You’re stealing and hoarding and leveraging me and what’s mine.
The awesome view from on high.
The space I’ve created to just be.
The aura I emit.
My ample supply of lust and cinnamon breakfast cereal.
My apathy in attending properly to it all.
Until yesterday, when the doorman warned me, so gracefully, you must go.
More precisely that I must say to you.
When you’re here, you’re not yourself, thus this means it’s time.
The Welcome sign at my doorstep you’ve taken far too far, my friend….
It was never meant for you, you know, I see.
Sin and God told me.
Potential: A Haiku
Let’s afford them less
The youngest of all who’re made
Then laugh when they’re old
City Of
A woken aura found me
Slow-danced me in silence when I thought to over-think
Baby, flanked in trouble, why?
Come here from over there
With your eyes wide open now
Rest in Me, He said
Despot
The wide world and it’s watery chops
Jump through hoops
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