Once a mountain there was
And a woman most worthy
As any woman is
Taking aim, then falling away
With purposeful looking
Set sight on a different mountain
On being a different woman
And she is allowed
As any woman is
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Tell Your Sons: A Haiku
Rise she always shall
Disappear he always has
On their merry way
Bad Poetry
I don’t seek
Or hear
Or care to obey
Bad music
Bad news
Or bad dreams
Or even dream at all
I don’t have such luxuries
Short again: A Haiku
All day yesterday
The word rang around me, “smile”
I cannot force one
Outmoded
Throw me over as an anchor
First, untether me
Cast aside this castaway
Abandon me afterall
To my turmoil, my need
So that you would sail
And should we meet
As ghost-ships might?
May it be as passing
Just Journaling
I will, early, often, and from time-to-time, let it go
And, I swear.
Or, should it be a final, fucking, grand-finale-of-a-thing
I will let it go
Spin: A Haiku
Someday when I spin
It’s your voice and my honor
That is the rhythm
Such As It Is
Today promised me nothing
Fine, because it provoked me bright and early
I sit prostituted
In awe of how I permitted
This practice of us
Unreal Haiku
The sun scorns its shine
The tree denounces its shade
The bridge burns its ends
wife of his youth
Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?
While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me
I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother
God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another
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