Seedling, Know

Posted on March 28, 2021 by Lisa Rosier

“I love you with every bit of my heart,” and I went on and on

Some pleading to an audience of none

“You would’ve always been the only man for me. You renewed my hope and changed my life. I was so excited about us. We were going to love and take care of each other for the rest of our lives — yes? I was working hard to become a better version of myself….”

Then some seedling
Sown, thankfully
Sprung from beneath the freeze
Reminded me
In reality
Was and were and what would’ve been

Were as empty husks

A thorny nowhere, to which you dropped me

Fields of memories from some cliff you chose

This, my grain, my daily bread

Seedling, know, you saved the hour
Today I’ll reap none pain-filled breath

Technicolor Need

Posted on August 14, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

Blue Boy

Posted on February 10, 2020 by Lisa Rosier

The wind blew him in, the one I noticed

Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush

Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden

I had seed to spare and time

There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day

Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before

Now Let’s Do This Thing

Posted on February 25, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

A single seed, plant with me.

Name it with wishes and might and endeavor for it.

In the dark, early mornings, remember that it needs our care.

Let it feed us when the day’s shadows are exhaustingly long.

Plant this seed with me.

Seed

Posted on May 11, 2016 by Lisa Rosier

Neither instinct nor plan
Nor will
Nor wish
Can make what is become not
At your device lies a devious tool
Changing your habit of thought

LisaRosier.com

Now Lets Do This Thing

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Seedling, Know

“I love you with every bit of my heart,” and I went on and on

Some pleading to an audience of none

“You would’ve always been the only man for me. You renewed my hope and changed my life. I was so excited about us. We were going to love and take care of each other for the rest of our lives — yes? I was working hard to become a better version of myself….”

Then some seedling
Sown, thankfully
Sprung from beneath the freeze
Reminded me
In reality
Was and were and what would’ve been

Were as empty husks

A thorny nowhere, to which you dropped me

Fields of memories from some cliff you chose

This, my grain, my daily bread

Seedling, know, you saved the hour
Today I’ll reap none pain-filled breath

Technicolor Need

Blue Boy

The wind blew him in, the one I noticed

Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush

Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden

I had seed to spare and time

There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day

Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before

Now Let’s Do This Thing

A single seed, plant with me.

Name it with wishes and might and endeavor for it.

In the dark, early mornings, remember that it needs our care.

Let it feed us when the day’s shadows are exhaustingly long.

Plant this seed with me.

Seed

“I love you with every bit of my heart,” and I went on and on

Some pleading to an audience of none

“You would’ve always been the only man for me. You renewed my hope and changed my life. I was so excited about us. We were going to love and take care of each other for the rest of our lives — yes? I was working hard to become a better version of myself….”

Then some seedling Sown, thankfully Sprung from beneath the freeze Reminded me In reality Was and were and what would’ve been

Were as empty husks

A thorny nowhere, to which you dropped me Fields of memories from some cliff you chose

This, my grain, my daily bread

Seedling, know, you saved the hour Today I’ll reap none pain-filled breath

The wind blew him in, the one I noticed

Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush

Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden

I had seed to spare and time

There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day

Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before

A single seed, plant with me.

Name it with wishes and might and endeavor for it.

In the dark, early mornings, remember that it needs our care.

Let it feed us when the day’s shadows are exhaustingly long.

Plant this seed with me.

Then some seedling
Sown, thankfully
Sprung from beneath the freeze
Reminded me
In reality
Was and were and what would’ve been

A thorny nowhere, to which you dropped me

Fields of memories from some cliff you chose

Seedling, know, you saved the hour
Today I’ll reap none pain-filled breath