Made For Me: My Haiku

Posted on July 4, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

This man I’ve not met
Wielding a wellspring of hope
Bring him to me, God

Blocker: Your Haiku

Posted on June 28, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Miss, not by mistake
An alias alien
Junior to a joke

Prison Guard: A Triptych Haiku

Posted on June 26, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

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

All Sunshiny: A Haiku

Posted on June 24, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Over Coffee: A Haiku

Posted on June 23, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Jeweled, blue-sky morn’
This feels right, like vacation
Sunny work to do

NO2: A Haiku

Posted on June 19, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Green acres comin’
To this dustbowl, sure as hell
On holy lightning

White Blooded: A Haiku

Posted on June 10, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Spill us, we — here…now
‘Cross the next hist’ry of you
Justice, sweet justice

Lead Off

Posted on June 5, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

My eyes stay on her
My third-eye coach at third base
My queen, my conscience

For the Birds: A Haiku

Posted on May 27, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

We sit, as a cat
In this window, affected
Uncontrollably

Blossom: A Haiku

Posted on May 25, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

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Tag Archives: Haiku

Made For Me: My Haiku

This man I’ve not met
Wielding a wellspring of hope
Bring him to me, God

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

All Sunshiny: A Haiku

Over Coffee: A Haiku

Jeweled, blue-sky morn’
This feels right, like vacation
Sunny work to do

NO2: A Haiku

White Blooded: A Haiku

Spill us, we — here…now
‘Cross the next hist’ry of you
Justice, sweet justice

Lead Off

My eyes stay on her
My third-eye coach at third base
My queen, my conscience

For the Birds: A Haiku

We sit, as a cat
In this window, affected
Uncontrollably

Blossom: A Haiku

I’ll arrive on rain
That I’ll sooner quench your pain
As a love letter

This man I’ve not met Wielding a wellspring of hope Bring him to me, God

Miss, not by mistake An alias alien Junior to a joke

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

Jeweled, blue-sky morn’ This feels right, like vacation Sunny work to do

Spill us, we — here…now ‘Cross the next hist’ry of you Justice, sweet justice

My eyes stay on her My third-eye coach at third base My queen, my conscience

We sit, as a cat In this window, affected Uncontrollably

I’ll arrive on rain That I’ll sooner quench your pain As a love letter

This man I’ve not met
Wielding a wellspring of hope
Bring him to me, God

Miss, not by mistake
An alias alien
Junior to a joke

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

Jeweled, blue-sky morn’
This feels right, like vacation
Sunny work to do

Spill us, we — here…now
‘Cross the next hist’ry of you
Justice, sweet justice

My eyes stay on her
My third-eye coach at third base
My queen, my conscience

We sit, as a cat
In this window, affected
Uncontrollably

I’ll arrive on rain
That I’ll sooner quench your pain
As a love letter