Mustard

Posted on March 6, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

As to the others
As to the Us

Epic exhale
We wondered
And now know

I don’t matter
You don’t matter
We learn this
We move on

Friend in Haiku

Posted on March 5, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Hat back on your head
And stop tipping it to me
I need no kudos

Remnants

Posted on March 3, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

This is my own tragedy
This telepresence, of sorts
I, loving you

Self-created, for my imagination is that of a girl reading far too many fanciful tales of interplanetary affection and of camel-led caravans of the Orient
The dust of this all still surrounds me

Something I alone permit
Against God’s will,
I believe in you

Eventual

Posted on March 2, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

A scrapper from the start
Scratching and scraping
And giving
Her all
A lover to the end
Shine and sparkle
And dapper
Surround her

I, fledgling: A Haiku

Posted on March 1, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

It’s talkin’ to me,
the Galaxy. Suggesting
that I move beyond.

Defined

Posted on February 28, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Should I behave
As a proper afterthought
Maybe
But know I will not

Nor am I sorry
For, a relegated me
Wearing invisible ink
Can never be

Speeding

Posted on February 27, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

You, Pontiac boy
Ever-beaconing muscle-car radio
Oldies songs all the way
Turned up

I, Chevy girl
Ever-grasping the volume knob
Ripped it off, tossed it out
My window

Pictured us
Forever grooving, reminiscing
Life-long love song
We’d drive

Outside Still: A Haiku

Posted on February 26, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Just a single dance
With zero expectations
Was all I hoped for

California Orange: A Haiku

Posted on February 25, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Last season’s daisies
Make way for coming clover
Then…perfect poppies

Spilled

Posted on February 25, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Misplaced since forever
I, being still the optimist
Will nevertheless forthwith only choose asterisks
Use lower case letters and mocking-fingers-in-the-air quotation marks

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Author Archives: Lisa Rosier

Mustard

As to the others
As to the Us

Epic exhale
We wondered
And now know

I don’t matter
You don’t matter
We learn this
We move on

Friend in Haiku

Hat back on your head
And stop tipping it to me
I need no kudos

Remnants

This is my own tragedy
This telepresence, of sorts
I, loving you

Self-created, for my imagination is that of a girl reading far too many fanciful tales of interplanetary affection and of camel-led caravans of the Orient
The dust of this all still surrounds me

Something I alone permit
Against God’s will,
I believe in you

Eventual

A scrapper from the start
Scratching and scraping
And giving
Her all
A lover to the end
Shine and sparkle
And dapper
Surround her

I, fledgling: A Haiku

It’s talkin’ to me,
the Galaxy. Suggesting
that I move beyond.

Defined

Should I behave
As a proper afterthought
Maybe
But know I will not

Nor am I sorry
For, a relegated me
Wearing invisible ink
Can never be

Speeding

Outside Still: A Haiku

Just a single dance
With zero expectations
Was all I hoped for

California Orange: A Haiku

Last season’s daisies
Make way for coming clover
Then…perfect poppies

Spilled

Misplaced since forever
I, being still the optimist
Will nevertheless forthwith only choose asterisks
Use lower case letters and mocking-fingers-in-the-air quotation marks

But know my lips, crowned and reaching upward
Outside smiling, inside snarling
Speaking in only opposites
Shall never say so in earnest

As to the others As to the Us

Epic exhale We wondered And now know

I don’t matter You don’t matter We learn this We move on

Hat back on your head And stop tipping it to me I need no kudos

This is my own tragedy This telepresence, of sorts I, loving you

Self-created, for my imagination is that of a girl reading far too many fanciful tales of interplanetary affection and of camel-led caravans of the Orient The dust of this all still surrounds me

Something I alone permit Against God’s will, I believe in you

A scrapper from the start Scratching and scraping And giving Her all A lover to the end Shine and sparkle And dapper Surround her

It’s talkin’ to me, the Galaxy. Suggesting that I move beyond.

Should I behave As a proper afterthought Maybe But know I will not

Nor am I sorry For, a relegated me Wearing invisible ink Can never be

Just a single dance With zero expectations Was all I hoped for

Last season’s daisies Make way for coming clover Then…perfect poppies

Misplaced since forever I, being still the optimist Will nevertheless forthwith only choose asterisks Use lower case letters and mocking-fingers-in-the-air quotation marks

But know my lips, crowned and reaching upward Outside smiling, inside snarling Speaking in only opposites Shall never say so in earnest

As to the others
As to the Us

Epic exhale
We wondered
And now know

I don’t matter
You don’t matter
We learn this
We move on

Hat back on your head
And stop tipping it to me
I need no kudos

This is my own tragedy
This telepresence, of sorts
I, loving you

Self-created, for my imagination is that of a girl reading far too many fanciful tales of interplanetary affection and of camel-led caravans of the Orient
The dust of this all still surrounds me

Something I alone permit
Against God’s will,
I believe in you

A scrapper from the start
Scratching and scraping
And giving
Her all
A lover to the end
Shine and sparkle
And dapper
Surround her

It’s talkin’ to me,
the Galaxy. Suggesting
that I move beyond.

Should I behave
As a proper afterthought
Maybe
But know I will not

Nor am I sorry
For, a relegated me
Wearing invisible ink
Can never be

Just a single dance
With zero expectations
Was all I hoped for

Last season’s daisies
Make way for coming clover
Then…perfect poppies

Misplaced since forever
I, being still the optimist
Will nevertheless forthwith only choose asterisks
Use lower case letters and mocking-fingers-in-the-air quotation marks

But know my lips, crowned and reaching upward
Outside smiling, inside snarling
Speaking in only opposites
Shall never say so in earnest