The Plan

Posted on September 6, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

I suppose that you are made of stealth pilot stuff
You see me as commanding from strong eagle wing
I’ll prove how your heart is stronger for its freefall
You affirm my pain-filled flight has not stolen hope

Want: A Haiku

Posted on September 3, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Our actions, absent
Our language, lacking goodness
Why do we not care?

Am Loved

Posted on September 1, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

I am at rest there
In that small space
That dazzling place
Away
The rest of the world
Keep your small-talk
Your Earth-bound walk
Away

his: a haiku

Posted on August 28, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

i your beloved
i was invisible then
i am forever

Mahogany

Posted on August 27, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Young man, when I’m old
If I’ve lost the key
Please help my heart to enter in

Remember for me, if I’ve forgotten
What we’ve built
What we’ve saved from the fire

Tell how death brought forth life
On our paths that diverged
How we’re found together again

Happy

Posted on August 26, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

I Stayed
Scrolling Up and Up and Up
This Time
And what Emerged, but a Proclamation!
The Heavens Themselves
Summoned and Summoners
Attendees and Attendants
Happy and One and All

Forgone

Posted on August 22, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

What to do
When love’s thrown at you with far, far, far less passion
Far less intent, than graffiti at a cinder block wall
Survive

Then come the wolves
One is all it takes to take you down, down, way, way down
To take your will, and leave you still with skin stone cold
Survive?

Why, Sir

Posted on August 21, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take

Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors

Tandem

Posted on August 20, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Baited

Posted on August 19, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

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The Plan

I suppose that you are made of stealth pilot stuff
You see me as commanding from strong eagle wing
I’ll prove how your heart is stronger for its freefall
You affirm my pain-filled flight has not stolen hope

Want: A Haiku

Am Loved

I am at rest there
In that small space
That dazzling place
Away
The rest of the world
Keep your small-talk
Your Earth-bound walk
Away

his: a haiku

Mahogany

Happy

I Stayed
Scrolling Up and Up and Up
This Time
And what Emerged, but a Proclamation!
The Heavens Themselves
Summoned and Summoners
Attendees and Attendants
Happy and One and All

Forgone

What to do
When love’s thrown at you with far, far, far less passion
Far less intent, than graffiti at a cinder block wall
Survive

Then come the wolves
One is all it takes to take you down, down, way, way down
To take your will, and leave you still with skin stone cold
Survive?

Why, Sir

Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take

Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors

Tandem

Baited

I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man

Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn

I suppose that you are made of stealth pilot stuff You see me as commanding from strong eagle wing I’ll prove how your heart is stronger for its freefall You affirm my pain-filled flight has not stolen hope

I am at rest there In that small space That dazzling place Away The rest of the world Keep your small-talk Your Earth-bound walk Away

I Stayed Scrolling Up and Up and Up This Time And what Emerged, but a Proclamation! The Heavens Themselves Summoned and Summoners Attendees and Attendants Happy and One and All

What to do When love’s thrown at you with far, far, far less passion Far less intent, than graffiti at a cinder block wall Survive

Then come the wolves One is all it takes to take you down, down, way, way down To take your will, and leave you still with skin stone cold Survive?

Why old McCartney songs Relic-era assertions, Sir? Things take forever because we think we have forever to take

Why glamorize the road Set it to melody, why? It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors

I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned Not to extend needy hands With human lips, I have been kissed And yet I’m shamed needing man

Dichotomies, apparent to me Ensnare my mind at each turn Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea My sanity, I must earn

I suppose that you are made of stealth pilot stuff
You see me as commanding from strong eagle wing
I’ll prove how your heart is stronger for its freefall
You affirm my pain-filled flight has not stolen hope

I am at rest there
In that small space
That dazzling place
Away
The rest of the world
Keep your small-talk
Your Earth-bound walk
Away

I Stayed
Scrolling Up and Up and Up
This Time
And what Emerged, but a Proclamation!
The Heavens Themselves
Summoned and Summoners
Attendees and Attendants
Happy and One and All

What to do
When love’s thrown at you with far, far, far less passion
Far less intent, than graffiti at a cinder block wall
Survive

Then come the wolves
One is all it takes to take you down, down, way, way down
To take your will, and leave you still with skin stone cold
Survive?

Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take

Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors

I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man

Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn