Town Red: A Haiku

Posted on August 11, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced

Baldpate

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Here we sit excitedly
Free cookies!
Average age of “we’ll-never-tell”
Scratching our thinning crowns
Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage
Just happy to be together, talking too loud
For our hearing is aided, these days
History and legacy
Is key

Aftermath

Posted on August 1, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Morningtime
Eyes afresh
Gloominess
Gone away

Rise and shine
Sing with me
Happy days
Here again

Dame

Posted on July 28, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

This eye in the sky watching
Always cheering
Chasing
Some beauty it never plans to catch
Smiles, therefore
Without any hesitancy and evidence
Of braces or trammels of old
You’ll see

Freediver

Posted on July 21, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Do I want your drink of water
Quenching my hard-earned oddities
Drowning the flame and heat of me
Dampening the hue of my hair
And this heart

Do I want your white-washing
Pretending away this good graffiti
Covering evidence of my depth
Ameliorating (ha!) my helping you see
Different is beautiful, too

Do I?

Torch

Posted on July 19, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Beauty me up, artist

Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying

Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged

Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch

Fourth Rising

Posted on July 17, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

The western sky, brooding
Way over there, watching dawn become done
Has come to understand despite its expanse
I, in the east, looming
May be much too much this morning
Heat and light

Backyard Blackbird: A Haiku

Posted on July 14, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

Slow-motion moment
Becomes that magic minute
Through sunlit feathers

Dud

Posted on July 11, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

I imagine the universe echoes us all
At some point distant, or close
Rings back like a lover, or brother, or friend
Then, silence -when you need them most

It’s possible love transcends murderous words
In subsequent lifetimes, or past
A dynamite stick, burning from both the ends
Its light soon to fizzle, it’s heat a mere flash

Ten and Two

Posted on July 8, 2019 by Lisa Rosier

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Tag Archives: Poetry

Town Red: A Haiku

In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced

Baldpate

Here we sit excitedly
Free cookies!
Average age of “we’ll-never-tell”
Scratching our thinning crowns
Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage
Just happy to be together, talking too loud
For our hearing is aided, these days
History and legacy
Is key

Aftermath

Morningtime
Eyes afresh
Gloominess
Gone away

Rise and shine
Sing with me
Happy days
Here again

Dame

This eye in the sky watching
Always cheering
Chasing
Some beauty it never plans to catch
Smiles, therefore
Without any hesitancy and evidence
Of braces or trammels of old
You’ll see

Freediver

Torch

Beauty me up, artist

Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying

Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged

Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch

Fourth Rising

The western sky, brooding
Way over there, watching dawn become done
Has come to understand despite its expanse
I, in the east, looming
May be much too much this morning
Heat and light

Backyard Blackbird: A Haiku

Dud

I imagine the universe echoes us all
At some point distant, or close
Rings back like a lover, or brother, or friend
Then, silence -when you need them most

It’s possible love transcends murderous words
In subsequent lifetimes, or past
A dynamite stick, burning from both the ends
Its light soon to fizzle, it’s heat a mere flash

Ten and Two

Classic, after all, I am a lady
Iconic, as a woman, too
Such as time can be,
How could I have known
When, while yesterday, a girl
Today I’d be enough?

In that small venue The Mountain asked to be mine And I acquiesced

Here we sit excitedly Free cookies! Average age of “we’ll-never-tell” Scratching our thinning crowns Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage Just happy to be together, talking too loud For our hearing is aided, these days History and legacy Is key

Morningtime Eyes afresh Gloominess Gone away

Rise and shine Sing with me Happy days Here again

This eye in the sky watching Always cheering Chasing Some beauty it never plans to catch Smiles, therefore Without any hesitancy and evidence Of braces or trammels of old You’ll see

Beauty me up, artist

Swim through my day, my life Whirlwind ’round the kitchen In and out each room, each window Lingering, busying

Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged

Then when my heart smiles, long last! Teach me artistry That I may take the torch

The western sky, brooding Way over there, watching dawn become done Has come to understand despite its expanse I, in the east, looming May be much too much this morning Heat and light

I imagine the universe echoes us all At some point distant, or close Rings back like a lover, or brother, or friend Then, silence -when you need them most

It’s possible love transcends murderous words In subsequent lifetimes, or past A dynamite stick, burning from both the ends Its light soon to fizzle, it’s heat a mere flash

Classic, after all, I am a lady Iconic, as a woman, too Such as time can be, How could I have known When, while yesterday, a girl Today I’d be enough?

In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced

Here we sit excitedly
Free cookies!
Average age of “we’ll-never-tell”
Scratching our thinning crowns
Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage
Just happy to be together, talking too loud
For our hearing is aided, these days
History and legacy
Is key

Morningtime
Eyes afresh
Gloominess
Gone away

Rise and shine
Sing with me
Happy days
Here again

This eye in the sky watching
Always cheering
Chasing
Some beauty it never plans to catch
Smiles, therefore
Without any hesitancy and evidence
Of braces or trammels of old
You’ll see

Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying

Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch

The western sky, brooding
Way over there, watching dawn become done
Has come to understand despite its expanse
I, in the east, looming
May be much too much this morning
Heat and light

I imagine the universe echoes us all
At some point distant, or close
Rings back like a lover, or brother, or friend
Then, silence -when you need them most

It’s possible love transcends murderous words
In subsequent lifetimes, or past
A dynamite stick, burning from both the ends
Its light soon to fizzle, it’s heat a mere flash

Classic, after all, I am a lady
Iconic, as a woman, too
Such as time can be,
How could I have known
When, while yesterday, a girl
Today I’d be enough?