Suffer None Fools

Posted on May 6, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

There is this
Justice
Woven into our hands
Spin this into gold, we will
Despite the untenable hands we’ve been dealt
Despite the phantom hands we feel
Extended to us, then taken away

The Fly

Posted on May 5, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

I prefer my quicker shutter
When lumbering around downtown
Up town, and out of town

These nouns all move
So fast
So fancy, in the vast

I can be about
Without being found out
With my quicker shutter

Double Monocle

Posted on May 4, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

You were as a fiery thing
Burning
Moving
Closer

I had to double-check

Closer
I said with laughter that only I was meant to hear
Yet you came nearer

Don’t question me then, when I ask
How is it you hear?
How is it I see?

Flagged: A Haiku

Posted on May 3, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Calling all muses
Know that Wicked Wit’s amused
You are being used

Extol

Posted on May 3, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Saying, “Shave,” seems sexier
Whittle is what it was and is

These troubles
These worries of war within

Away
No more

Summer has been here
Shrouded all along….

Original thought credit: David Houston; “Gonna Lay Down My Burdens”

Migrant

Posted on May 2, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Rest your weary mind
My love
Rest your stricken heart

Permit time
Permit soonness
Permit fondness promised

When seasons change, as they will
When notes become no more
Permit the absence, too

June Expectations

Posted on May 1, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

June expectations
Baseball, but not my birthday
No, none kind of warmth

How Happy

Posted on May 1, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Do you wonder
How I can tell
What is your tell

I see into windows
Frost-covered and wishing for shutters
For the passage of time

And inside
A frozen home infested with uncertainty
Inhabitants fleeing or fled

Some foundation
Proud, I think, given its lack of examination
Not wanting the neighbors to know

The Joneses

Posted on April 28, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Walking dogs in the Sunday morning sunshine

Surprises for eachother to find

Maybe pancakes, or a new rocking chair

Building upon last night’s love, for today

Today

Is altogether theirs

Freedom

Posted on April 28, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

There is this Justice Woven into our hands Spin this into gold, we will Despite the untenable hands we’ve been dealt Despite the phantom hands we feel Extended to us, then taken away

You were as a fiery thing Burning Moving Closer

I had to double-check

Closer I said with laughter that only I was meant to hear Yet you came nearer

Don’t question me then, when I ask How is it you hear? How is it I see?

Calling all muses Know that Wicked Wit’s amused You are being used

Saying, “Shave,” seems sexier Whittle is what it was and is

These troubles These worries of war within

Away No more

Summer has been here Shrouded all along….

Original thought credit: David Houston; “Gonna Lay Down My Burdens”

June expectations Baseball, but not my birthday No, none kind of warmth

Do you wonder How I can tell What is your tell

I see into windows Frost-covered and wishing for shutters For the passage of time

And inside A frozen home infested with uncertainty Inhabitants fleeing or fled

Some foundation Proud, I think, given its lack of examination Not wanting the neighbors to know