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

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

Spring Again: A Haiku

Posted on November 28, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

remember the rush
the fiery assuredness
to pray from your soul?

Damned

Posted on November 20, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

This is not my bed
At fifteen or fifty
This flatness
This too-far-from-the-ground
These logistical dilemmas
These moral battles
Feel not-at-all right

Certain of November

Posted on November 17, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Oh dearest Mom
I miss your girl
…her profile, her heart
Where you and Dad planted
Seeds of love
…and good-enough

Oh belov’d Sister
I lost your Sister
…ask me again, please again
To teach you, to lead you
Steps of strength
…and laughter contagious

Oh cold November
I won’t let you leave
…you’re here, you’ll stay
’til my Maker’s had His way
A wonderful way
…and I’m lame no more

Winter Formal: A Haiku

Posted on November 15, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Oh, I revere it!
Winter’s waltz chancing my feet
O’er Autumn’s death march

A Wing

Posted on November 11, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Likely it was always this way
Darkness knew me better than I believed
A step ahead
And always an angle
Some battles won, I will concede
The War perhaps
But for I’ve an Angel

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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

Spring Again: A Haiku

remember the rush
the fiery assuredness
to pray from your soul?

Damned

This is not my bed
At fifteen or fifty
This flatness
This too-far-from-the-ground
These logistical dilemmas
These moral battles
Feel not-at-all right

Certain of November

Winter Formal: A Haiku

Oh, I revere it!
Winter’s waltz chancing my feet
O’er Autumn’s death march

A Wing

Glass House

I miss
The candy-striped petunias I planted and you dug out

I want
The steely-cold shovel you used and I’ll repurpose

I bear
The ever-present ghost garden we two cultivated

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

remember the rush the fiery assuredness to pray from your soul?

This is not my bed At fifteen or fifty This flatness This too-far-from-the-ground These logistical dilemmas These moral battles Feel not-at-all right

Oh, I revere it! Winter’s waltz chancing my feet O’er Autumn’s death march

I miss The candy-striped petunias I planted and you dug out

I want The steely-cold shovel you used and I’ll repurpose

I bear The ever-present ghost garden we two cultivated

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

remember the rush
the fiery assuredness
to pray from your soul?

This is not my bed
At fifteen or fifty
This flatness
This too-far-from-the-ground
These logistical dilemmas
These moral battles
Feel not-at-all right

Oh, I revere it!
Winter’s waltz chancing my feet
O’er Autumn’s death march

I miss
The candy-striped petunias I planted and you dug out

I want
The steely-cold shovel you used and I’ll repurpose

I bear
The ever-present ghost garden we two cultivated