What are your daily habits?
My daily habits are not limited to stargazing alone….
(Funky photograph on purpose….)
“Planetary Beings: Our Haiku”
Oh, curious one!
Terroir, continents unknown,
So, let’s go to Earth
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
The most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten is the toil of my ancestors:
She was a product of two hopeful and maybe desperate Greek immigrants who looked toward the lamp lifted beside a golden door and said, “…yes, please help.” Her last words on Earth to me were, “…help people” — as her reminder to me to do so. My grandma walked through fire, as did her parents before her, and I and my maternal family members are the products of that whole painful yet purifying, beautifying process. We all have her New York City heart and determination as well as her Greek-American intellect and empathy for others. Who of your ancestors have appeared as refined as gold to you?
“Lifted: Our Haiku”
You have walked through fire
And yet, emerged not consumed
I see your lustre
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; and, unknown antique photographer
Undormant Days
Dear, Flower — forlorn, with hidden hue
Look at the intricacy of you!
Weeds cause our chaos, but our growth too
Seek now, the Sun, and newer views
Greetings, great Blossom —
here, you’ll grow tall
Bees and buds bring forth God’s love
When rain falls
You’re planted…in this garden, afterall
Courage: A Haiku
Always or sometimes
Virtue deliberated
Finds love was insane
Dreamable
As we talk, and as we walk
Creating a new world
We are here co-equals
Not confused — our hands, uncurled
Now, we stay and care and hear
We each add such something
Breathe an interrupting breath?
— We’d disrupt what we bring!
This time, it’s a table, strong
With two chairs, stronger still
Centered in the sun-filled place
Our life, atop the hill
All The Rest: A Summer Haiku
Should you run headlong?
Yes! Curating June flowers
Plus July fireworks
This City-life
God, give us the time machine
To show us what we hope to see
The way the wool would flow and float around
Our happy ankles
When we walked free and were let be
In the Garden, there
Oh, wear and tear and fibre’s snare
Since we’ve not tak’n good, good care
To guard against the urban’s grey
The droughted field’s thirst at mid-day
Lord
Please take this pain away
You’ve said they know not what they’ve done
And we forgive them, too
Each one
With prayer and hope
And You
We
Are
Made
Anew and clean
God, You are our Time Machine
Old Faithful: A Haiku
See the azure ‘nigh?
Life has shown me it’s called Hope
It’s what guides me home
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhtotgraphy.com;
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Not Pie
Act we, as if
Our piece of pie space
Our map-dot place
Is all there is
Defend it furiously
Argue to exhaustion
With a wrongful righteousness
Then wither with its fruit
But what when
We turn and take notice
God’s graced us with abundance
Its seeds to sow?
Stopped
What problem?
Lord knows
We were fed and safe and tucked in at night, with somewhere to go in the morning
The air was magic
Man, was the air magic
For us, at least — which was the problem
The laughter spilled
Our future felt filled
It was all more than we could ask for
And we didn’t have to ask — which was the problem
We didn’t ask whether they could spell magic
Whether laughter flowed from their windows
Were their futures filled?
Were their babies and boys and men fed and safe and tucked in at night, with somewhere to go in the morning?
Lord knows
And that’s our problem
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