Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
She
The sliver of time before I became tragic
Was it a wicked serpent’s word
Some desired autonomy
This devotion to husband and child?
Think with me honestly
What of heart’s protracted pain
Is my sweet apple affinity
My downfall?
Once Upon a We
Never mind the what-you-thoughts
Heralding your head’s blessed energies
Let dance to freedom on blackbird wing
Every “Why?” upon your lips
Will you listen with unmeasured courage
And stay, as cello notes, when doubt encircles you?
Real Live
What man, after all, needs to glance up from bed and find gauze curtains with crochet flowers blocking the morning light
When is there any right time to feel the frustration of taking to task offspring, not his own
Why, I ask, would he ask for the bounty of trouble, help, and honest beauty She brings to the table, when there’s plenty of “elseness” on his plate
Who’d wish for a real-live helpmate when the workshed walls are already perfectly papered with such willing hands
Where is there any avenue he’d daydream for a walk, anyway
Oh, love
Unmine: A Haiku
You feigned happiness
I do understand I do
I deserve no truth
Photo Credit: Unknown Woman, Milwaukee
In You
They were both tall and brunette
And, also like me, with child(ren)
Gentle in purpose, were we
We three moved through our space with womanly grace
Believing and knowing life was bigger than us
And yet, still, we seemed bigger than life
That day I felt my foot slip, I stumbled so slightly
My sister in her mind, offered assistance to me
She and I noticed your absence of hand
Upon her, the higher, we felt your eyes land
What was it, we wondered, you’d hoped to achieve
Moving your heart from the woman who’d believed
In you
You Are Evil: Your Haiku
Give back all the Days
The time my eyes covered you
Not seeing your Love
Naught: A Haiku
Wanna win me back
Become a storyteller
Now explain yourself
Multiple Sightings
Weren’t you the busy one today?
Waiting ’round every corner I turned
Just out of sight
Studying
My ways and whys
Feeling no urge to help or accompany me
Your mistake
Someone should tell you
That Someone is me
Your excuse?
Leaving me alone the day long
I haven’t stopped talking to you
I’ve stopped grieving you
What the dust
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