I will not walk with small legs
I am Green and too tall
I cannot speak small ideas
I am orange, after all
If I won’t think tenderly
What good, my white-hot touch?
When I love, as the trees
Rainbow me…caring much
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
The People: The Haiku
You are in need, Man
In these days, We, The First-Born
Know only to help
Nevermind Girl
Dagger in the river now
Carried away by The stream
And all I need is it to ascend from the depths
And apologize to my wounds
But nevermind girl, nevermind
Today’s wind brought a good day
And those in need are in my backyard, asking
And deserving of my help
Fall The Haiku
Very most likely
Quite possibly, probably
This is how it ends
Spring Again: A Haiku
remember the rush
the fiery assuredness
to pray from your soul?
Bookends
I spent those years serving you
Staying small
Despite that I’m an Amazon inside
A queen, afterall
You fought to write the pages of me
Poison pen
Tonight, I prayed today
The book ends
Badgered by Haiku
Better here than there
Regardless the chaos and
Loneliness you left
Considering Whether
Bring on the good cry
Release the melancholy color
Hang the sun-star back on high
How far the distance
What is the ultimate right goal
When ends this unknowing dance
Damned
This is not my bed
At fifteen or fifty
This flatness
This too-far-from-the-ground
These logistical dilemmas
These moral battles
Feel not-at-all right
Certain of November
Oh dearest Mom
I miss your girl
…her profile, her heart
Where you and Dad planted
Seeds of love
…and good-enough
Oh belov’d Sister
I lost your Sister
…ask me again, please again
To teach you, to lead you
Steps of strength
…and laughter contagious
Oh cold November
I won’t let you leave
…you’re here, you’ll stay
’til my Maker’s had His way
A wonderful way
…and I’m lame no more
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