Torch

Posted on July 19, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Beauty me up, artist

Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying

Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged

Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch

Fever: A Haiku

Posted on July 18, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

It seems I’m afire
Not the type frequently feared
Rather eternal

Mea Culpa

Posted on July 17, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

DID YOU KNOW: Asylum seekers, -our brothers and sisters from Mexico and Central America- present themselves at the United States’ territorial borders, desperately seeking to assimilate with a nation that will offer law and order, protection, dignity, and liberty -since we will not go into their countries to insure it- when indeed, the United States’ foreign and economic polices have created environments where terror, violence, and corruption flourish in the first place? #NAFTA #CAFTA

https://www.citizen.org/wp-content/uploads/CAFTA-fact-sheet-Aug-2018.pdf

Fourth Rising

Posted on July 17, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

The western sky, brooding
Way over there, watching dawn become done
Has come to understand despite its expanse
I, in the east, looming
May be much too much this morning
Heat and light

Backyard Blackbird: A Haiku

Posted on July 14, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Slow-motion moment
Becomes that magic minute
Through sunlit feathers

Dud

Posted on July 11, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

I imagine the universe echoes us all
At some point distant, or close
Rings back like a lover, or brother, or friend
Then, silence -when you need them most

It’s possible love transcends murderous words
In subsequent lifetimes, or past
A dynamite stick, burning from both the ends
Its light soon to fizzle, it’s heat a mere flash

Speak: A Haiku

Posted on July 10, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Construction clatter
Bulldozing, then building up
Disciples list’ning

El Fin

Posted on July 9, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

I’ve been reading about you
A page-turner on your ways
How to Act like you
Visible, yet invisible
How to look like you
Cold, broad shoulders and all

Nothing
No information I’ve found
Promises ease
Today, though
I’ll finish the book
How To Leave

Ten and Two

Posted on July 8, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Classic, after all, I am a lady
Iconic, as a woman, too
Such as time can be,
How could I have known
When, while yesterday, a girl
Today I’d be enough?

Homeland

Posted on July 6, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

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Author Archives: Lisa Rosier

Torch

Beauty me up, artist

Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying

Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged

Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch

Fever: A Haiku

It seems I’m afire
Not the type frequently feared
Rather eternal

Mea Culpa

Fourth Rising

The western sky, brooding
Way over there, watching dawn become done
Has come to understand despite its expanse
I, in the east, looming
May be much too much this morning
Heat and light

Backyard Blackbird: A Haiku

Dud

I imagine the universe echoes us all
At some point distant, or close
Rings back like a lover, or brother, or friend
Then, silence -when you need them most

It’s possible love transcends murderous words
In subsequent lifetimes, or past
A dynamite stick, burning from both the ends
Its light soon to fizzle, it’s heat a mere flash

Speak: A Haiku

Construction clatter
Bulldozing, then building up
Disciples list’ning

El Fin

I’ve been reading about you
A page-turner on your ways
How to Act like you
Visible, yet invisible
How to look like you
Cold, broad shoulders and all

Nothing
No information I’ve found
Promises ease
Today, though
I’ll finish the book
How To Leave

Ten and Two

Classic, after all, I am a lady
Iconic, as a woman, too
Such as time can be,
How could I have known
When, while yesterday, a girl
Today I’d be enough?

Homeland

Gutted
This constitution
Any declaration of wholeness
However hard-fought
Stripped

Beauty me up, artist

Swim through my day, my life Whirlwind ’round the kitchen In and out each room, each window Lingering, busying

Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged

Then when my heart smiles, long last! Teach me artistry That I may take the torch

It seems I’m afire Not the type frequently feared Rather eternal

The western sky, brooding Way over there, watching dawn become done Has come to understand despite its expanse I, in the east, looming May be much too much this morning Heat and light

I imagine the universe echoes us all At some point distant, or close Rings back like a lover, or brother, or friend Then, silence -when you need them most

It’s possible love transcends murderous words In subsequent lifetimes, or past A dynamite stick, burning from both the ends Its light soon to fizzle, it’s heat a mere flash

Construction clatter Bulldozing, then building up Disciples list’ning

I’ve been reading about you A page-turner on your ways How to Act like you Visible, yet invisible How to look like you Cold, broad shoulders and all

Nothing No information I’ve found Promises ease Today, though I’ll finish the book How To Leave

Classic, after all, I am a lady Iconic, as a woman, too Such as time can be, How could I have known When, while yesterday, a girl Today I’d be enough?

Gutted This constitution Any declaration of wholeness However hard-fought Stripped

Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying

Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch

It seems I’m afire
Not the type frequently feared
Rather eternal

The western sky, brooding
Way over there, watching dawn become done
Has come to understand despite its expanse
I, in the east, looming
May be much too much this morning
Heat and light

I imagine the universe echoes us all
At some point distant, or close
Rings back like a lover, or brother, or friend
Then, silence -when you need them most

It’s possible love transcends murderous words
In subsequent lifetimes, or past
A dynamite stick, burning from both the ends
Its light soon to fizzle, it’s heat a mere flash

Construction clatter
Bulldozing, then building up
Disciples list’ning

I’ve been reading about you
A page-turner on your ways
How to Act like you
Visible, yet invisible
How to look like you
Cold, broad shoulders and all

Nothing
No information I’ve found
Promises ease
Today, though
I’ll finish the book
How To Leave

Classic, after all, I am a lady
Iconic, as a woman, too
Such as time can be,
How could I have known
When, while yesterday, a girl
Today I’d be enough?

Gutted
This constitution
Any declaration of wholeness
However hard-fought
Stripped