Opportunist

Posted on March 2, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Wondering how I am passing the time?

Living down your calamity, I
Why?

How dare declare it, you
Love?

Stealing songs as promises
Recall?

The rest of my life, and what am I doing?

Fruitful Be

Posted on March 1, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Our story is not final, Yo
Our shame can take a seat
The last train car, in the back row
As Universe defeats

That rusted coupler is removed
By strength of warriors, we
Pain of ten lifetimes is soothed
Healed now, fruitful be

Cherry Ripple: A Haiku

Posted on February 29, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Why can I never
In all the infinite days
Ever taste the sky?

Special Ops

Posted on February 28, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

There is a needing
You know it
A posture we take
A state of mind
Revealing concession
In moments we’re defeated
So we think

Sit up straight, goddammit
Acknowledge the day
With legs long
Jaw strong
Forehead forward
Escape!
What imprisoning thought?

Invisible Crowds

Posted on February 26, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Pendulum swung
Centuries of scores becoming evened

So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake
Too many words to hear

And, I, of all people
The victim of generations of silence
Of crowds who couldn’t speak

Now feeling deafened

Meteorologist

Posted on February 25, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Presently
This is not your life
Dense grey looming in the west
Liars encroaching from the south

Meanwhile
Keeping it all at bay
Flowers bloom within
Self-talk sounds as angels wings

Coupling

Posted on February 24, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Something about 6 thirty
A.M.
Coffee calling
Birds beckoning
You

Something about 10 minutes
Absent-mindedly
Clutching comfort
Begin burning
Me

Song at the ready
Matchstick in hand
In harmony
Afire for it
We

Lost Lover: A Haiku

Posted on February 23, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Song I wanna send
To ears these lips cannot reach
Talkin’ about heav’n

Ketchup

Posted on February 22, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

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Now Lets Do This Thing

Opportunist

Wondering how I am passing the time?

Living down your calamity, I
Why?

How dare declare it, you
Love?

Stealing songs as promises
Recall?

The rest of my life, and what am I doing?

Fruitful Be

Our story is not final, Yo
Our shame can take a seat
The last train car, in the back row
As Universe defeats

That rusted coupler is removed
By strength of warriors, we
Pain of ten lifetimes is soothed
Healed now, fruitful be

Cherry Ripple: A Haiku

Why can I never
In all the infinite days
Ever taste the sky?

Special Ops

There is a needing
You know it
A posture we take
A state of mind
Revealing concession
In moments we’re defeated
So we think

Sit up straight, goddammit
Acknowledge the day
With legs long
Jaw strong
Forehead forward
Escape!
What imprisoning thought?

Invisible Crowds

Pendulum swung
Centuries of scores becoming evened

So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake
Too many words to hear

And, I, of all people
The victim of generations of silence
Of crowds who couldn’t speak

Now feeling deafened

Meteorologist

Presently
This is not your life
Dense grey looming in the west
Liars encroaching from the south

Meanwhile
Keeping it all at bay
Flowers bloom within
Self-talk sounds as angels wings

Coupling

Lost Lover: A Haiku

Song I wanna send
To ears these lips cannot reach
Talkin’ about heav’n

Ketchup

Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been

Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask

Mist Unknown

Should we leave

Into the ministry unknown
Fine day or misty

Knowing
Our thrill lies there

Fearing
Sediment building here

As brain fog
As ankle chains, of sorts

Hearts at risk, lives at stake
Apathy and anarchy abound

Should we stay

Wondering how I am passing the time?

Living down your calamity, I Why?

How dare declare it, you Love?

Stealing songs as promises Recall?

The rest of my life, and what am I doing?

Our story is not final, Yo Our shame can take a seat The last train car, in the back row As Universe defeats

That rusted coupler is removed By strength of warriors, we Pain of ten lifetimes is soothed Healed now, fruitful be

Why can I never In all the infinite days Ever taste the sky￼￼￼?

There is a needing You know it A posture we take A state of mind Revealing concession In moments we’re defeated So we think

Sit up straight, goddammit Acknowledge the day With legs long Jaw strong Forehead forward Escape! What imprisoning thought?

Pendulum swung Centuries of scores becoming evened

So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake Too many words to hear

And, I, of all people￼￼￼ The victim of generations of silence Of crowds who couldn’t speak

Now feeling deafened￼￼

￼

Presently This is not your life Dense grey looming in the west￼￼ Liars encroaching from the south￼

Meanwhile Keeping it all at bay Flowers bloom within Self-talk sounds as angels wings

Song I wanna send To ears these lips cannot reach Talkin’ about heav’n

Every moment spent on edge Feeling on the fringe Shouting matches in our minds Calm asks where we’ve been

Know there is a fix for this Truly, there’s a path Go to your knees, finally Seek His face and ask

Should we leave

Into the ministry unknown Fine day or misty

Knowing Our thrill lies there

Fearing Sediment building here

As brain fog As ankle chains, of sorts

Hearts at risk, lives at stake Apathy and anarchy abound

Should we stay

Living down your calamity, I
Why?

How dare declare it, you
Love?

Stealing songs as promises
Recall?

Our story is not final, Yo
Our shame can take a seat
The last train car, in the back row
As Universe defeats

That rusted coupler is removed
By strength of warriors, we
Pain of ten lifetimes is soothed
Healed now, fruitful be

Why can I never
In all the infinite days
Ever taste the sky?

There is a needing
You know it
A posture we take
A state of mind
Revealing concession
In moments we’re defeated
So we think

Sit up straight, goddammit
Acknowledge the day
With legs long
Jaw strong
Forehead forward
Escape!
What imprisoning thought?

Pendulum swung
Centuries of scores becoming evened

So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake
Too many words to hear

And, I, of all people
The victim of generations of silence
Of crowds who couldn’t speak

Now feeling deafened

Presently
This is not your life
Dense grey looming in the west
Liars encroaching from the south

Meanwhile
Keeping it all at bay
Flowers bloom within
Self-talk sounds as angels wings

Song I wanna send
To ears these lips cannot reach
Talkin’ about heav’n

Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been

Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask

Into the ministry unknown
Fine day or misty

Knowing
Our thrill lies there

Fearing
Sediment building here

As brain fog
As ankle chains, of sorts

Hearts at risk, lives at stake
Apathy and anarchy abound