Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Groom
I snowball you
You’d thought, just a tiny, white match….
A good, quick fight ‘fore you made your way home
As the avalanche of me comes along
My wayfaring crystalline purifies you
Where now is your old arsenal
Your well-groomed trail?
Replaced by my black-diamond touch
In Practice: A Haiku
Inhale, exhale, flex
Metaphorical muscle
Hope, then faith, then love
Curve Girl: A Haiku
Magic dust I make
Since Colorado rocked me
Merrily I roll
Double Helix
Mirrors and many things
Left behind
No longer serving to remind
All she disappeared into
It was a hollow
Worse than silence
Comes now each new day
A ringing out
In Chickadee song
So sweet, all I long for now
Is to hear her DNA daily
Feel her backbone & warrior call
On To You: A Haiku
Artificial, You
Adjusting and Transmuting
Intelligence, I 
Where We Find Ourselves

So Much Us
Excitable
Calming songs
Morning grabbers
Midnite wanderers
Strangely enough
Far too much becoming more
Omnipresent
From somewhere else
Covered in that certain rust dust
Perfecto
Moving together
Are we ever
Road Trippers: A Haiku
Cow Boy and His Girl
Our future called us by name
Why’d you sell your soul?
Photo: Nebraska Strategic Air Command & Aerospace Museum; SR-71 Blackbird
Bad Actors
So there he was
That three-plus decades-old ghost of a love-of-my-life
Did we frolic and promise
I can’t say
Because suddenly, there he wasn’t
Did I wail, unrelenting
Did I bargain
You’re proof of said sale
Virtual man
Band-aid boy
Slapped against my heart, for I wanted healing quick
I let you
Cut me lengthwise with such narcissistic tongue
With this new heartbreak, find me
Not wailing
Not bargaining
Just reflecting
Lesson learned, this
Motherfuckers like you come and go in waves if I let you
Grown woman, now
I heal good, so no next time
Dime a dozen, you, spy boy, and I’ve put away my pocketbook
Direct us to truth