Since I was seven
Or sooner
I’d the biggest biceps
The fleetest feet
See how I saved you
Before you knew to feel
Afraid
All it is now is late
Tho’ fixed more mighty than then
I’m ready to jump
Jump
Jump
And this time
Let you catch me
Tag Archives: Strength
Anymore
Was that photographed tree
Standing strangely tall above the tree line
An old soul of a sapling
Was he?
Were the smallest birds smart
Drawing near to his clear air up there
Beckoned by his branches -come, play!
Were they?
Will people seek solace
Called by common-ground conscience
Hearing his cry -come up high!
I cannot ask anymore
Hand On Hip
Think not about
The breeze blowing through
The center of you
Howling away a hollow
A something-specific shaped hole
Where resides your soul
Decide you’ve all you need
You are enough
Standing there tough
Your own hand on your hip
Eyes surveying what you’ll prefer or let pass
How full your glass
The Measure
Against what’s proper
And polished
We keep our eyes down these days
Having faith in only that we no longer have the strength
To see what isn’t there
Each day brings its journey
Down stairwells
Through thoroughfares
Around corners too dark
Up or out into the blue
Thankful for life around and within
Aren’t we
Wishing though
For stronger legs and for footsteps
Whose echo steadies hands
Celebrate Strength
Pretend
Like confetti exploding
And
Ticker-tape falling
Escapes
From ecstatic eyes
Flows
Through fearless fingers
You Better
Feel that
The heart and the gut
Beneath the soft skin
Above the strong legs
Equipped for the challenge
Know that
Little Friend: A Haiku
I can do no more
Cries all but one piece of me
The piece I cling to
Gaze North
Should the universe allow
I’d still not have the courage
To stand here next to you
And ask the winning vow
Again
Would you Boy Of Summer
Strive hard not to suffer
The fools should they surround you
And fail not to pick up pen
My friend
Shoulders Squared
Which are the eyes
Alight with allegiance
Asking us all to love hard
Love leaping forth
Smiles spilling waywardly
Eyes don’t escape me
Strong Back
I know a Tailor
From a mystical place
A gypsy, her eyes how they flash
We talk of those men
Those once-soulful men
How we fell to them
Full, resolute, unabashed
Messy hearts she and I
We examine history
And debate on the whether at all
Those men knew their truth
They did not we conclude
For they flew by their mood
Yet we stand here firm in soul’s call
This talk it’s served much
Our song it will be
We dance in the jeweled skirt of pain
The shades thrown open
She returns to her pins
And it seems we’ll begin
To walk whole into love yet again
LisaRosier.com 