The Bond

Posted on December 8, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

My condolences in advance

When dawn dawns
When your light proves up
How you’ve chosen one who doesn’t choose you

When without masks, you’ve given freely of yourself
In vulnerability
In honesty

Maybe messy, but as a firework

To a soul-less soul

One steeped in habits of hiding and avoidant attachment
Devoid of words or a will to stay

Champion yourself, champion, and know you’ve fought the good fight

Though you fought alone
Though you shadow boxed

Know that next time, there’ll be no next time
No room for their prose in your poem

At Day’s End: A Haiku

Posted on August 23, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

This was not a test

Not a joke, nor anecdote

Nor well performed script

Shapes

Posted on May 19, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Should You Wonder

Posted on May 2, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Come, June

Posted on January 11, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

These hallways and hearts
Will miss you
But this
Godspeed
You were born for
Neither let your ears cry
Nor hear goodbye
When you go, you leave
Your heartprint
Here
Take us, also
The Voices we found while together

Exhilarant: A Haiku

Posted on January 1, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

These Hallways

Posted on December 15, 2017 by Lisa Rosier

I need to think they know each other
They, the other-worldlies
The lost-in-noticing-ers
With vocabularies of gods, speculating

I see them and fall mesmerized
Them, with foreheads furrowed
With wanting, wondering
How the world’s this way or that

I crave their impetus
Their, them, that electrified being
That doesn’t seek convention
Or need to be defined

Steph: An Epic Poem

Posted on October 15, 2017 by Lisa Rosier

She,
I think,
Would be Stephanie
A love I didn’t know I needed
A friend from a Friend
Both martyred
For, what are true friends for?

She,
Stephanie,
Would have gifted me
A kind word
A wise word
Both since otherwise elusive in my world
For, looking back, what did I expect?

She,
Steph, we’d have called her,
Would be a poem -nay, is a poem
A poem and sister to a brother
A work of art with no end, they are
Both Epic story-songs
For, hear thou, their lyrical air?

She,
Stephanie,
Would be safe from me now
A sword of truth having pierced my soul
A prayer of forgiveness asked
Both to self and sin, I desire to die
For what, but abandonment, is there?

She,
Stephanie,
Would be thirty soon
A soul eternal
A girl, a woman
Both alive
For, ‘tho I don’t deserve, why too am I?