You’ll find God’s imprint
Not maybe, but certainly
Breathe…then ask…and see
Inhabitant: A Haiku
Is Grief
Yesteryear, but still palpably here
Where do we put all of it — whether resigned…or, with determined grit?
Will it be what we wear, until joy feels threadbare
Place it, do we, on some high shelf — that we could walk forth
Fooling ourselves?
Yes, yesteryear, you have the heart’s ear
Yet, you cannot own time — nor our feet, or life’s rhythm and rhyme
Not the movement or music
Not the questions and answers
No more stealing away and distorting our stories, is grief
Time, Warped
What book are you reading right now?
Right now, and for the last far-too-many years, I am reading an always-closed book. A tragedy.
The world
At one time
At once
Crashed
The past, the future
The then-present, then became
A thousand-mile debris field
The Colorado mountains to the Great Lakes
A stretch all afire
Nebraska knows why
Story’s End
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
The most expensive personal item(s) I’ve ever purchased was my own principles. Once we allow our core values and self-worth to be trampled, redeeming them will always come at a great cost.
Yeah, no one lit a candle, nor did their heart yearn
No one went to war to bring your safe return
Love was tears at story’s end, turned on for show
Honor never crossed their mind — they sieged you, now you know
To cherish meant your vacancy by their decree
It still snows in summertime as you look back and see
Word were things they shopped for in society’s store
Legless stumblings daily dropped to the editing room floor
The pool of water calls them as a siren song
If you are a spring to it, that’s abjectly wrong
No Walls: A Haiku
See the bitter-burnt
Tether to hope, then take heart
Give, in return, love
Receipts: A Haiku
What’s something most people don’t know about you?
Something that most people don’t know about me is that I — 100% — hoard books, virtue, and Receipts.
What references, then
Were ever more rosier
Than Faith, Hope, and Love
Good
Why, son, if you did right
Turned out alright
Spoke honest
Were kind, and all that
Do you fear your broken heart?
You gave your all
Did not make her feel small
At her gazed, only
Promised her your days
Now, nighttime…damn, dark nighttime
Take back your breath she stole
Beggar no more — you’re whole
This will take all you know
You did right by her, didn’t you?
Now do right by you
Wrong: A Haiku
Though we prayed ‘til dawn
Once the sun rose on my love
You grasped midnight’s hand
I’m a Dreamer
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
If I lost all my possessions, then I hope I’d respond by embracing my freedoms.
I hope….
‘neath twilight,
Now gone, night
Breezeless, that we’d hear
Sun thinking
Debating
Not coming too near
Earth rustles
We wrestle
Then, loose unchecked fear!
The stars freeze
Hark! Claim these!
Freedoms, conscience clear
Tools
Uncertain toolbox
And uncertain feet
A map that is crumbled and frail
A childhood song wafts
With mem’ries of North
Distant — but God’s path prevails!
Joy, He will give you
Peace, you will have
For, He does call you His own
The world may leave you
Reject, and thieve you
Still you are never alone
LisaRosier.com 