Like a Lover

Posted on March 12, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

I always step outside, in the daylight and in the dark, and see whether I see stars, and ask whether they see me, and, notwithstanding the clouds or the position of the sun, I do beseech them, tell me: Do you see him, is he outside seeing you, asking and beseeching too, and is he looking this way…my way?

Green

Posted on March 5, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

And when we’re nearly ninety-nine

Fading, yet certain of our fate and the love it made with us

Green still, relatively so

We’ll walk, treasuring the sands, the time

How Big

Posted on March 4, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Why will I never meet the scars, the stars I’d wished to kiss

The puzzle pieces I knew I could fit together, if given a lifetime

Why will my fingers never fumble and finally find the picture of you

How big the whole of you, the hole left in me

Staid

Posted on March 3, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Absolutely as a mountain

Vast, ancient, complex

Unexplored by my eyes

Why?

Climb, I, your climate zones

Your staid steadies my feet

How am I to take nothing

This all you wish to give

Inhale a meditative Love

Exhale acceptance, heart

Come away untouched

Forbid!

Love-Based: A Haiku

Posted on March 1, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

These ingredients

I’ll be as water for you

You’ll be my sugar

Now Let’s Do This Thing

Posted on February 25, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

A single seed, plant with me.

Name it with wishes and might and endeavor for it.

In the dark, early mornings, remember that it needs our care.

Let it feed us when the day’s shadows are exhaustingly long.

Plant this seed with me.

god dust

Posted on February 23, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

A god of sorts, and my muse, how you made me

Created me and made me reach

Let me cry, watched me love

Let me down, helped me up

Some universe, somewhere is missing what dust

Posted on February 23, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Confetti from a cannon, at close range, and not close enough, I think as I gather the oh-so-much of it with my fingertips and draw the much nearer until there’s no distance anymore and any more would be more than I deserve.

Benevolent Sky

Posted on February 17, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Why the sky wanted me as its muse

I cannot say

I’d not wish to betray its lifelong, headstrong whimsy?

In its own whirlwind of Days, I was its only constant?

Pressure, and I the soft voice that reduced the storm of it all?

Mercy, it contained and it wanted to rain upon me?

Surely it cannot be a great love for me. Or…can it be?

On the possibilities, I pretend to opine

But I cannot say

Trespass

Posted on February 16, 2018 by Lisa Rosier