Green Skies

Posted on August 14, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

The things we learn to love
Born of sorrow, sometimes
Longing, for what has gone away, never to return
Decide, I decided
Let go, as the Sage said
Learn to love anew

Exited

Posted on August 13, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Conclusions
Drawing them
An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Mess-maker? Long-jumper?
Languish in the mire, undecided

Conclusions
Feeling them
Hold an evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark

Clear

Posted on August 12, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Sugar, speak

Speak aloud to the ghosts
On this journey, with you from an infant thing

You know they know you
They’ll believe you

Have no fear
For it’s rest you’ll find
There
In them

And laughter, then silence
Finally

Look for me
Here
Speak

Bring us back to life

Town Red: A Haiku

Posted on August 11, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced

Riddled

Posted on August 10, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

I am Down
I am Up
Murdered and Born-Again

I am a Mud-Covered and Silver-Lining Soul
Unnoticed and Six Feet Tall
Never Worth Fighting For -Oh, The Rubies I Hold!

Who Am I

Firsthand: The Haiku

Posted on August 9, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

I have discovered
The poet is pathetic
The dreamer has lost

Haiku Smile

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Why, along the way
-despite the mountainous fires-
not venture a smile?

Baldpate

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Here we sit excitedly
Free cookies!
Average age of “we’ll-never-tell”
Scratching our thinning crowns
Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage
Just happy to be together, talking too loud
For our hearing is aided, these days
History and legacy
Is key

Tailspin

Posted on August 7, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Untouchable from on high
Come from the edge of space
Mock me at Mach 3
Leave your fingerprints everywhere
Your stealthy bones, museum-bound
Your legacy, my tale to spin!

Expectant

Posted on August 3, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

…and reflections, tending to reveal truths
Could scare the daylights out of you at times
Or, cause you to walk away angry, and in denial
Today, though, a blessing
I saw myself in the mirrors of another, and fell
Now, on my knees, expectant
With blessings, indeed

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Green Skies

The things we learn to love
Born of sorrow, sometimes
Longing, for what has gone away, never to return
Decide, I decided
Let go, as the Sage said
Learn to love anew

Exited

Conclusions
Drawing them
An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Mess-maker? Long-jumper?
Languish in the mire, undecided

Conclusions
Feeling them
Hold an evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark

Clear

Sugar, speak

Speak aloud to the ghosts
On this journey, with you from an infant thing

You know they know you
They’ll believe you

Have no fear
For it’s rest you’ll find
There
In them

And laughter, then silence
Finally

Look for me
Here
Speak

Bring us back to life

Town Red: A Haiku

In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced

Riddled

I am Down
I am Up
Murdered and Born-Again

I am a Mud-Covered and Silver-Lining Soul
Unnoticed and Six Feet Tall
Never Worth Fighting For -Oh, The Rubies I Hold!

Who Am I

Firsthand: The Haiku

I have discovered
The poet is pathetic
The dreamer has lost

Haiku Smile

Why, along the way
-despite the mountainous fires-
not venture a smile?

Baldpate

Here we sit excitedly
Free cookies!
Average age of “we’ll-never-tell”
Scratching our thinning crowns
Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage
Just happy to be together, talking too loud
For our hearing is aided, these days
History and legacy
Is key

Tailspin

Untouchable from on high
Come from the edge of space
Mock me at Mach 3
Leave your fingerprints everywhere
Your stealthy bones, museum-bound
Your legacy, my tale to spin!

Expectant

…and reflections, tending to reveal truths
Could scare the daylights out of you at times
Or, cause you to walk away angry, and in denial
Today, though, a blessing
I saw myself in the mirrors of another, and fell
Now, on my knees, expectant
With blessings, indeed

Original Thought Credit: “And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, Oh that thou wouldest bless me indeed….” 1 Chronicles 4:10

The things we learn to love Born of sorrow, sometimes Longing, for what has gone away, never to return Decide, I decided Let go, as the Sage said Learn to love anew

Conclusions Drawing them An art that sure don’t care An intellect? An artist? Mess-maker? Long-jumper? Languish in the mire, undecided

Conclusions Feeling them Hold an evanescent breath Continue to stand and applaud Hoping to prompt an encore From a stage that’s gone dark

Sugar, speak

Speak aloud to the ghosts On this journey, with you from an infant thing

You know they know you They’ll believe you

Have no fear For it’s rest you’ll find There In them

And laughter, then silence Finally

Look for me Here Speak

Bring us back to life

In that small venue The Mountain asked to be mine And I acquiesced

I am Down I am Up Murdered and Born-Again

I am a Mud-Covered and Silver-Lining Soul Unnoticed and Six Feet Tall Never Worth Fighting For -Oh, The Rubies I Hold!

Who Am I

I have discovered The poet is pathetic The dreamer has lost

Why, along the way -despite the mountainous fires- not venture a smile?

Here we sit excitedly Free cookies! Average age of “we’ll-never-tell” Scratching our thinning crowns Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage Just happy to be together, talking too loud For our hearing is aided, these days History and legacy Is key

Untouchable from on high Come from the edge of space Mock me at Mach 3 Leave your fingerprints everywhere Your stealthy bones, museum-bound Your legacy, my tale to spin!

…and reflections, tending to reveal truths Could scare the daylights out of you at times Or, cause you to walk away angry, and in denial Today, though, a blessing I saw myself in the mirrors of another, and fell Now, on my knees, expectant With blessings, indeed

Original Thought Credit: “And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, Oh that thou wouldest bless me indeed….” 1 Chronicles 4:10

The things we learn to love
Born of sorrow, sometimes
Longing, for what has gone away, never to return
Decide, I decided
Let go, as the Sage said
Learn to love anew

Conclusions
Drawing them
An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Mess-maker? Long-jumper?
Languish in the mire, undecided

Conclusions
Feeling them
Hold an evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark

Speak aloud to the ghosts
On this journey, with you from an infant thing

You know they know you
They’ll believe you

Have no fear
For it’s rest you’ll find
There
In them

And laughter, then silence
Finally

Look for me
Here
Speak

In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced

I am Down
I am Up
Murdered and Born-Again

I am a Mud-Covered and Silver-Lining Soul
Unnoticed and Six Feet Tall
Never Worth Fighting For -Oh, The Rubies I Hold!

I have discovered
The poet is pathetic
The dreamer has lost

Why, along the way
-despite the mountainous fires-
not venture a smile?

Here we sit excitedly
Free cookies!
Average age of “we’ll-never-tell”
Scratching our thinning crowns
Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage
Just happy to be together, talking too loud
For our hearing is aided, these days
History and legacy
Is key

Untouchable from on high
Come from the edge of space
Mock me at Mach 3
Leave your fingerprints everywhere
Your stealthy bones, museum-bound
Your legacy, my tale to spin!

…and reflections, tending to reveal truths
Could scare the daylights out of you at times
Or, cause you to walk away angry, and in denial
Today, though, a blessing
I saw myself in the mirrors of another, and fell
Now, on my knees, expectant
With blessings, indeed