Sleep Demons

Once the hydrangeas have decided, there is no turning back. They bloom just for you. Intentionally. Enough sweltering days strung one-after-another makes them crazy enough to believe.

And delusional. They let you walk ever-so-near. They don’t see you’ve a gardener’s shears behind your back. And your intention…to display them on your basement table.

Emerge Again

Posted on February 12, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

To you, girl

Sister to Sister

My sole and loving admonition

If there be trust, if there be hope

It will be found in your eyes

Your eyes

Where they gaze

How they see

And the choosings they reflect upon

I make much of words with you

Made-up words, maybe

But your eyes, I know well

I know the Who you believed in

And still believe

In Your eyes

Within Your grasp

As the narcissi beneath the freeze

There be reason for trust and hope

No Longer Doubting

Posted on January 13, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

What I am is not a pale, pink flower
Yet, it is only January
And such things are all I see

Time taking its sweet time
Just for me
And silvery, sunny days

Sudden smiles at the door
That I am well-trained to hear
And voices I don’t fear

All as if a reminder
To never expect
And to expect after all

It’s not our fault, the night Racing in to become the pace car to our heart rate That it might conquer

Why weave these words, darkness, ’round our ankles? Utterances we used to need to hear, that would have us walking tall?

I can’t say your name, but your number, I know ‘Til my last breath, I call you the liar you be

Your wishing to blackmail Your attempt to bruise Reality we now enjoy

Ask us to wrestle, and wrestle we will For you have lost us To flowers and fauna Forever to smiles from friends

Again And over again

The wind blew him in, the one I noticed

Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush

Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden

I had seed to spare and time

There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day

Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before

I’ve been taught to grow My bright green, giv’n blessing to You’ll want my number

Said the bad Iris

Stay away, smart-mouthed Tulips

Come, sweet Impatiens

Last season’s daisies Make way for coming clover Then…perfect poppies

I miss The candy-striped petunias I planted and you dug out

I want The steely-cold shovel you used and I’ll repurpose

I bear The ever-present ghost garden we two cultivated

To you, girl

Sister to Sister

My sole and loving admonition

If there be trust, if there be hope

It will be found in your eyes

Your eyes

Where they gaze

How they see

And the choosings they reflect upon

I make much of words with you

Made-up words, maybe

But your eyes, I know well

I know the Who you believed in

And still believe

In Your eyes

Within Your grasp

As the narcissi beneath the freeze

There be reason for trust and hope

It’s not our fault, the night
Racing in to become the pace car to our heart rate
That it might conquer

Why weave these words, darkness, ’round our ankles?
Utterances we used to need to hear, that would have us walking tall?

I can’t say your name, but your number, I know
‘Til my last breath, I call you the liar you be

Your wishing to blackmail
Your attempt to bruise
Reality we now enjoy

Ask us to wrestle, and wrestle we will
For you have lost us
To flowers and fauna
Forever to smiles from friends

Again
And over again

I’ve been taught to grow
My bright green, giv’n blessing to
You’ll want my number

Last season’s daisies
Make way for coming clover
Then…perfect poppies

I miss
The candy-striped petunias I planted and you dug out

I want
The steely-cold shovel you used and I’ll repurpose

I bear
The ever-present ghost garden we two cultivated