The Book and I

Posted on April 7, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Name what it’s called when you cannot help but

Address each and every creature and the

City of emotions that washes over you, leaving you in a

State of awe? And, for those who feel

Zip? What do you call them?

Bookends

Posted on November 28, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

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

Chapter One

Posted on December 29, 2017 by Lisa Rosier

I feel frail
Fragile
Unfit for coffee’s courage
Its mystic effect on my morning
On my fear

I feel undone
Unrecognizable
As if in some other’s skin
Were it not for my willfulness
I would fear

Out of Ireland

Posted on October 4, 2016 by Lisa Rosier

The long ago
Special effects in stereo sound
Uncertain shadows
Epic, brilliant light
Clinging to a courage chair
Sinew-bending chase scenes
Not-so-tender talk
Having lived the book
There was to come the film

comes good

Posted on May 5, 2016 by Lisa Rosier

why this day remember back

why see it sealed in history’s white book

when fire and oil must’ve met?

the first time the light streak heard its thunderous voice

no -the unexpected, accidental, fated brush which brought blush

then quiet laughter and hard tears at the relief of it all

“…like looking through treasure.”

Posted on December 23, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

The book of you
Is long since written
Dreamily illustrated
Published
Perched on the shelves
And of the lists?
Waiting
To be found
By posterity
The brightest eyes
Will smile and say
You are
Like looking through treasure

Dusty

Posted on December 13, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

Curiosity is for others I knew
Curious I opened you
Crossed-out were all the meanings
Rewritten in red were the right ones you wrote
Green arrows referencing citatations to other languages
Not spoken before
Pronouncing words to the best of my abilities
Curious I laid you down