A Hundred Falling Veils

Awake at Midnight

February 20, 2019 by Rosemerry

The snow was light and the moon was near full,

and the shovels skated across the drive.

The rest of the world was asleep

except for the shoveler and her shovels and the moon.

The snow was light and her thoughts were quiet,

quiet like leafless cottonwood trees

with branches that tangled with the forward moon.

There are nights when though we are alone

we are not alone,

nights when the darkness doesn’t seem so dark,

nights when our work feels not like work

and we step out of our homes, then out of ourselves,

and we are somehow unsurprised

by the way everything shines.

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Of Strangers

February 18, 2019 by Rosemerry

And so it is that kindness stays with me,

the way the woman in the store smiles at me

when she can tell I might start to cry.

I carry her smile in my pocket all day,

like a coin, something I carry everywhere

with no effort, but sometimes forget, and then,

when my fingers again find the ridged edges,

when I feel the weight of the coin in my palm,

I am struck by how something so small

carries value, carries meaning. All day

the smile stays with me. All day, I touch

it again and again, feel how its weight

tips some invisible scale, how I remember

again to say hello to fate and fall in love.

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One Stuck

February 18, 2019 by Rosemerry

I argue yes, no,

yes, no, yes, no, yes, meanwhile

the moon finds more light

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One Friendship

February 16, 2019 by Rosemerry

for Corinne

skiing into the blizzard

finding laughter in gusts and drifts

skiing out into sunshine

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And What Will We Think Twelve Years from N

February 15, 2019 by Rosemerry

for Amy Irvine

I didn’t know then we were lucky,

that day when we rode down the hill

on the sleds with our kids. They were cold

and crying and reluctant, and the hill

was small, and the thrill was mostly

missing. And I remember you saying,

“There will be a day we look back on this,

and think how easy we had it, how

silly we were to think this is hard.”

And I remember not quite believing you

as our children continued to scream and

whine, as we dragged them inside and

removed their soggy mittens and boots

and socks that had fallen around their arches,

as we made them hot chocolate and

talked in the kitchen about sleepless nights

and two-hour tantrums and the loss

of time to ourselves. How could I have known

that twelve years later, how sweet that looks,

how innocent, how fun, the kids banging

on the piano, their hands sticky, their faces bright.

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I Finally Understood Why I Meditate

February 14, 2019 by Rosemerry

Nothing happened today

as I sat for five minutes in the dark,

but all day I could feel the everywhere of it,

even as the car was sliding sideways down the hill,

even as my daughter wept, even as my singing group

laughed until we cried, I could feel it still there,

the silence that holds up all sound, the stillness

that cradles all motion, the peace that supports

every disaster, the blue sky behind the clouds.

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Love Poem

February 14, 2019 by Rosemerry

in the snowstorm

finding the spaces between the flakes

where it’s clear

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Lifting the Camaro

February 13, 2019 by Rosemerry

We’ve heard the story of the woman

who lifted the car to save her child,

and though it is hard to believe,

it happens. Faced with saving a life,

we find the hysterical strength

to do what seemingly can’t be done—

I think of those women today,

and I think of my son, trapped beneath

the chassis of teenage torment.

It may not be a two-ton car, but it feels

no less urgent. We save a life in seconds

or we save a life in years—

of course I’d lift it right away

if such a lift were possible.

I’d hold that Chevy up until

he could roll right out from under.

Instead I try lifting other impossible things:

The crush of being misunderstood. The weight

of should. The press of daily surviving.

And I think of those mothers who lift cars.

And I bless them, and keep on trying.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged impossible acts, mother, parenting, poem, poetry, son, teenager, weightlifting | 7 Comments »

A Bouquet of Love Poems for Valentine’s Day

February 12, 2019 by Rosemerry

Dear friends,

After all, love is all that will save us. So here, a big bouquet of love poems — because it’s almost Valentine’s Day, but really, just because love matters.

Rosemerry

Big Bouquet of Love Poems

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Hello Never (A Not-a-Country Song)

February 12, 2019 by Rosemerry

Country Verse

I said I’d never love you,

I said I’d never change.

I said I’d never open up

those bolted doors again.

I said I’d never promise

something like forever,

well, goodbye what I thought would be

and hello, hello never.

Real Verse

I said I’d never write a novel,

only poetry.

I said I’d never wear a dress,

now just look at me.

I said I’d never curse the rain

no matter how bad the weather.

Well goodbye what I thought I knew,

and hello, hello never.

The Bridge

Yeah, never comes around much more

than happy ever afters—

life sure gets more curious

the more I meet my nevers

Food Verse

I said I’d never eat mayonnaise

no potato chips for me.

I said I’d never eat fried food—

too many calories.

But deviled eggs taste fabulous,

and French fries even better.

Goodbye skinny waist and thighs

and hello, hello never.

Said I’d never write a country song

well hello, hello never.

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