He Said in Haiku

Posted on December 31, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

She was left for dead
But I need her, so I prayed
And revived Springtime

I Don’t Know Why

Posted on December 28, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

But the birds,
Always the tell,
Are leaving
Enough, they’ve said
I see them at a height
At a distance
Unusual for them

But they are willing
To make a go of it
To prove a point
To flee this place
To speak to me
Audibly
I see

Loved

Posted on December 20, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

could I walk backward
I would walk backward
would I erase you
I could erase you
close my eyes
close my eyes

where are the words
here are the words
here is my love
where is your love
close my heart
close my heart

Cure

Posted on December 19, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

The clock, alarming and as a storm, swirling seemingly sideways
Faster, more red and ominous than my 1am pro·pri·o·cep·tors

The gyroscope, spinning and my brainy mind righting itself
Stronger, my legs are and I swear to all that Is holy, I’ll not fall

Larger

Posted on December 14, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

There, the placid lake I threw my anger into
Strivings and feelings
Surface and firmament
Indistinguishable now
And although I see no green light starboard side
I’ve nothing left to try to sail
Or swim or flail
Memories softened
It’s time to take time
Take care
Dry my wings
And fly

Devil: The Haiku

Posted on December 13, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

I’ll never forget
Your outstretched hand in the fire
What I thought was Love

Under The Tree

Posted on December 12, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

I wish your teacher
Hadn’t taught you hardball
Or you’d have played a bit softer with me

And had I needed
Not to wipe the sweat from your brow
You’d be sleeping, I’d be living a life

Flee now, rejection!
Else I wish forever more
On this Earth, in my dreams, and in heav’n

Breaking

Posted on December 6, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

There are times when shadows will not do
Will not do
Will not do
When their storied presence pains the eye
Pains the eye
Pains the eye
And I see wrong mystery, dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors

The People: The Haiku

Posted on December 1, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

You are in need, Man
In these days, We, The First-Born
Know only to help

Nevermind Girl

Posted on November 30, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

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Tag Archives: Poetry

He Said in Haiku

I Don’t Know Why

But the birds,
Always the tell,
Are leaving
Enough, they’ve said
I see them at a height
At a distance
Unusual for them

But they are willing
To make a go of it
To prove a point
To flee this place
To speak to me
Audibly
I see

Loved

Cure

The clock, alarming and as a storm, swirling seemingly sideways
Faster, more red and ominous than my 1am pro·pri·o·cep·tors

The gyroscope, spinning and my brainy mind righting itself
Stronger, my legs are and I swear to all that Is holy, I’ll not fall

Larger

Devil: The Haiku

Under The Tree

Breaking

There are times when shadows will not do
Will not do
Will not do
When their storied presence pains the eye
Pains the eye
Pains the eye
And I see wrong mystery, dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors

The People: The Haiku

You are in need, Man
In these days, We, The First-Born
Know only to help

Nevermind Girl

Dagger in the river now
Carried away by The stream
And all I need is it to ascend from the depths
And apologize to my wounds

But nevermind girl, nevermind
Today’s wind brought a good day
And those in need are in my backyard, asking
And deserving of my help

But the birds, Always the tell, Are leaving Enough, they’ve said I see them at a height At a distance Unusual for them

But they are willing To make a go of it To prove a point To flee this place To speak to me Audibly I see

The clock, alarming and as a storm, swirling seemingly sideways Faster, more red and ominous than my 1am pro·pri·o·cep·tors

The gyroscope, spinning and my brainy mind righting itself Stronger, my legs are and I swear to all that Is holy, I’ll not fall

There are times when shadows will not do Will not do Will not do When their storied presence pains the eye Pains the eye Pains the eye And I see wrong mystery, dark’ning doors Dark’ning doors Dark’ning doors

You are in need, Man In these days, We, The First-Born Know only to help

Dagger in the river now Carried away by The stream And all I need is it to ascend from the depths And apologize to my wounds

But nevermind girl, nevermind Today’s wind brought a good day And those in need are in my backyard, asking And deserving of my help

But the birds,
Always the tell,
Are leaving
Enough, they’ve said
I see them at a height
At a distance
Unusual for them

But they are willing
To make a go of it
To prove a point
To flee this place
To speak to me
Audibly
I see

The clock, alarming and as a storm, swirling seemingly sideways
Faster, more red and ominous than my 1am pro·pri·o·cep·tors

The gyroscope, spinning and my brainy mind righting itself
Stronger, my legs are and I swear to all that Is holy, I’ll not fall

There are times when shadows will not do
Will not do
Will not do
When their storied presence pains the eye
Pains the eye
Pains the eye
And I see wrong mystery, dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors

You are in need, Man
In these days, We, The First-Born
Know only to help

Dagger in the river now
Carried away by The stream
And all I need is it to ascend from the depths
And apologize to my wounds

But nevermind girl, nevermind
Today’s wind brought a good day
And those in need are in my backyard, asking
And deserving of my help