I should’ve spoken to the sower
Not the flower, not the fruit
It was the Earth upon its axis
Not fault of the sunrise
Aiming accolades at More!
I’m complicit cursing less
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
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Bare, faire-headed
Shuffling, youngly along
Purples and pinks and black lightning bolts
Teachers who talk too, too much
Inexplicably absent adults
So it’s time to grow up
To move on to the truth
Processor
It was as simple a thing as pesto
The green of it
The freshness of it
The scent, that, make no mistake,
Made me forget the difficult bridge
I’d thought to jump from
But instead crossed, then burned
On purpose
For good
a whirl
Us on our wheels
Moving
Going
Where?
When we arrive
Finally
Thankfully
Home?
Alright With Irony
This magic
Oh my! The joy!
Speedily offering Heaven
Overflowing, miring, then jamming
Some other highway
Than mine
Haiku on Others
Are they red-handed?
Or, my glasses too rosy?
The questions I need….
Anemone
Be it flowers surrounding
Or the Winter’s death knell
When lush heathers and purples
Fade to sienna sand
May it be with clarity
Or with toment I cry
I want it
I want it all
Haiku on Calligraphy
Curly-Q edges
My simple, pretty attempts
You douse with ego
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 10
Only you untethered me
Sunrise will rise
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