Patriot
Were I God, I’d think to define, “win”
When creatures, injured, question lover’s sin
“Do hollow smiles somehow qualify?
Or emptiness so plain behind those eyes?”
“A hardened heart, absent a joy-filled beat
Make clear to me he re-mains incomplete”
“Your love, be sure it lingers on his soul
He dreads the days without you he grows old”
“He tallies daily losing you again
Discarded Darling, You were his sole “win””
(America has a birthday coming up.
I’m never one to want to miss a birthday — but how to offer celebratory wishes, given our current state of disunity?
The child of God in me has the utmost hope that Our Nation will heal and become unified. And, the child of God in me sees, too, that what America is holding right now is an over-rated, wrinkly, old flag.
But, Happy Birthday, America.
I love you.
-Lisa Mae
Photo Credit: Lisa Rosier;
American flag flying aboard the USS Lexington when Japan surrendered in 1945; On display at the National Naval Aviation Museum, Alabama)

Fix-it Man
I tried, I swear I tried
To stop loving the Blue Mountains you swept me away to
To stop seeing them through your grey-green eyes
I prayed endlessly
Extend your hand once more to me down those towered hiking trails
Let me see heaven in your saunter again
I allowed foreign kisses
Fill this Orion-shaped wound, I vowed — still I stand, hollow
Waiting for your fix, for our paths to merge as you promised
Blocker: Your Haiku
Miss, not by mistake
An alias alien
Junior to a joke
Prison Guard: A Triptych Haiku
A Prisoner, I
Self-imposed, quite happily
Ever so content
*****
This white, gauzy space
These creatures roaming freely
Airiness abounds
*****
Singing hardwood floors
Turn-of-the-Century cell
A Caretaker, I
Bring on The Day
Sometimes pre-dawn feels like a SOS
An awakening, born out of distress
It is said back pain and a broken heart
Are the tools with which we turn life to art
If the angst you carry feels as though it’ll kill you
Then for certain, baby, morning holds your breakthrough
All Sunshiny: A Haiku
Don’t be sad for my curves where there often aren’t
You’ve bored me