Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
little nestOld Neighborhood
Don’t think there’s not anything left
I touch you now and still
There is
For I hear weekend giggles
I see the toys of us
I taste pink bubblegum ice cream
I smell farm and city musings
I intuit us
Own Undoing
You did never plan we’d meet in California
I was never meant to see you in the Spring
As for our near-miss in Eastern Colorado
Call it fate, or God’s permit, or some damned thing
End of The Day: A Haiku
Your saunterer’s walk
My eyes will always follow
Your wish…your command
Like Pink
Not running
Never ran
Every day staying and Staying and STAYING
And
I am an orchid and you know what that means
Now
From there
Join
Me
Here
Resolved,
Folded
For this world, Forever
Saved
For sometime, someplace Later
Planted
For here, and for Now
Fast
I both mourn and celebrate
The something
In your fingertips
I can’t know what it is
Thus, my shroud
When in time comes the day,
My rejoice
Oreo: A Haiku
I, Exhibit A
That one must flounder to win
It’s just this simple
It Was Taupe: A Haiku
…and so I needed
a creature that breathed odd air.
And are you not it.
Blot: A Haiku
Soaring, swooping thing
You’re asking me to notice
Yet distracting me
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