She Really Is

Posted on July 18, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

She is not He
Nor an It or an If

She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be

Where If Goes To Become

She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To

She Really Is

She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal

There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love

She Is Leading Me

Symphonic

Posted on July 17, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

I want
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you

More importantly

I need
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you

Under the Sun: A Haiku

Posted on July 7, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

Nothing here is new
My heart, His art — all shattered
Hope-filled pieces, still

Why I: A Haiku

Posted on June 9, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

My heart-rending notes
Need I know on whom they land?
Or may I just sing?

Inner-being

Posted on June 7, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

Eyes that see
Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately
A heart not beating for the sole purpose of breaking a heart
Since, refusing to settle,
Dancing

Character, and A character
About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel
A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf
Nor ever leave it
Unread

Doves: A Haiku

Posted on April 6, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’

Brave: A Haiku

Posted on March 18, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

Make you move mountains
Love me like a big-leaguer
Make you run not walk

At The Bell

Posted on January 22, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune

Bananas

Posted on October 10, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Oranges remind me of Juneau
Juneau reminds me of salmon
Salmon remind me of Gold
Gold reminds me of fire
Fire reminds me of water
Water reminds me of drowning
Drowning reminds me of calmness
And rising

Rising reminds me of mountains
Mountains remind me of you
You remind me of Mars
Mars reminds me of red
Red reminds me of yellow
Yellow reminds me of bananas
Bananas remind me of insanity
And oranges

Tall & Lovely

Posted on July 10, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Ahh, the girl from that January beach
Walking past those who shroud themselves in grey
Unchoosing to see
How each simple step they ought take
Means a chance to dance

But in my mirror I see her, whether January or June
I see me, swaying in syncopated rhythm
Barefoot
Embracing time these past months
Finally never alone

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She Really Is

She is not He
Nor an It or an If

She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be

Where If Goes To Become

She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To

She Really Is

She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal

There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love

She Is Leading Me

Symphonic

I want
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you

More importantly

I need
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you

Under the Sun: A Haiku

Nothing here is new
My heart, His art — all shattered
Hope-filled pieces, still

Why I: A Haiku

My heart-rending notes
Need I know on whom they land?
Or may I just sing?

Inner-being

Eyes that see
Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately
A heart not beating for the sole purpose of breaking a heart
Since, refusing to settle,
Dancing

Character, and A character
About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel
A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf
Nor ever leave it
Unread

Doves: A Haiku

Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’

Brave: A Haiku

At The Bell

Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune

Bananas

Tall & Lovely

Ahh, the girl from that January beach
Walking past those who shroud themselves in grey
Unchoosing to see
How each simple step they ought take
Means a chance to dance

But in my mirror I see her, whether January or June
I see me, swaying in syncopated rhythm
Barefoot
Embracing time these past months
Finally never alone

Original Thought Credit: “Garota de Ipanema;” Vinicius de Moraes, lyricist

She is not He Nor an It or an If

She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be

Where If Goes To Become

She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To

She Really Is

She Is Peaches and Mittens August Fire, Mountain Avalanche She Is Baseball and Criminal

There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love

She Is Leading Me

I want With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you

More importantly

I need With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you

Nothing here is new My heart, His art — all shattered Hope-filled pieces, still

My heart-rending notes Need I know on whom they land? Or may I just sing?

Eyes that see Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately￼￼ A heart not beating￼ for the sole purpose of breaking a heart Since, refusing to settle, Dancing￼

Character, and A character About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf Nor ever leave it Unread￼￼￼￼￼￼

Now friend, come outside See me, how I summon thee Each and ev’ry morn’

Fling that thing to the Moon That thing that’s ailing you Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon Let’s leave crazy to loons Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new Its call goes out to you To sing the champion’s tune

Ahh, the girl from that January beach ￼Walking past those who shroud themselves in grey Unchoosing to see How each simple step they ought take Means a chance to dance

But in my mirror I see her, whether January or June I see me, swaying in syncopated rhythm Barefoot Embracing time these past months Finally never alone

Original Thought Credit: “Garota de Ipanema;” Vinicius de Moraes, lyricist

She is not He
Nor an It or an If

She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal

I want
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you

I need
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you

Nothing here is new
My heart, His art — all shattered
Hope-filled pieces, still

My heart-rending notes
Need I know on whom they land?
Or may I just sing?

Eyes that see
Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately
A heart not beating for the sole purpose of breaking a heart
Since, refusing to settle,
Dancing

Character, and A character
About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel
A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf
Nor ever leave it
Unread

Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’

Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune

Ahh, the girl from that January beach
Walking past those who shroud themselves in grey
Unchoosing to see
How each simple step they ought take
Means a chance to dance

But in my mirror I see her, whether January or June
I see me, swaying in syncopated rhythm
Barefoot
Embracing time these past months
Finally never alone