Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Chasm Falls
My eyes were
Just at peace
Found their home
Enthralled
Candycane-swirls
Looking at you
Looking at her
Your eyes were
Far away
Some new home
So my eyes were just
Just and at peace

Fuck-You Flowers: A Haiku
It is saddening
how much damage he can do
‘fore she stops caring.
Magician’s Scarf
Who each woman is
Does she smell like lavender fields
More worthy of obsession with each passing Day
Why the fabric of her dress upon her skin causes men to sing?
The Earth springs forth, as I imagine, musical notes with her every step. Yes.
Such passion must she follow, as to leave us inspired
Her smile draws from an endless-deep joy well
Words from her soul have him come hither, a pulling of magician’s scarf
Tall Order
Juicy
Miracle from God
I met my match in you
Which of us has the quieter lips
The longest green stare?
Mechanical
Bastard, but not exactly
Father-figure to everyone, you
So help me now
Let’s dance, like you said, damn it
Dissection
My soul the General
Directing a blood battle
Commanding legions of voices in my head
Take no prisoners!
A Civil dissection upon shared territory
Pitting brother truth against father lies 
War already won
But war is hell, and this battle, more so
My aristocratic hands, hard evidence
My afire body, further proof
I’m fireproof and unquenchable
A knifesman and blacksmith to the bone
None Mercy
God, there was such pain
Constant
Bombardment
The love of a lifetime toppling as the city wall
A series of shofar blasts heralding not justice and courage, but cruelty those years
These years, I tilt my head hoping to drain the ringing and echoing from these ears
All an image or impression away — the mountains, the oceans, and desert sands steal me back
Or a wedding song
A life that escapes me, a pain impossible to escape
Loved Less: A Haiku
Wherefore in my dreams
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