Slow-motion moment
Becomes that magic minute
Through sunlit feathers
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
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
Pretend Pancakes
Often the illusion
Gets the better of me
And I become sure
That you’re my very blood, born of the Right Stuff too
That the Supernatural said we should know each other and made it so
That you’re sorry -you’re just shy, so you haven’t hello
That you actually do wear that damn green T-shirt and pray for me each day
States of America: A Haiku
The oppressed dreaming
Let’s become the oppressors
Unite around this
Cares To The Wind: A Haiku
Bid me tell you yes
That for one moment in time
I may forgive me
Provoked
I’m trusting you to make sense of all this
To put a rhythm to what you see
That’s my gift to you
Find your voice
Your meaning
Keep the hope that all will come alive
That’s your gift to me
Such steps will be as dancing
Call it collaboration
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