Posted in Uncategorized, tagged choice, life, poem, poetry on March 31, 2015| 1 Comment »
standing on the unstable
edge of the life raft—
choosing to fall in
*
between one wave
and the next, writing
love poems to breath
*
everything that hasn’t
happened yet—
the end
*
the urge to take control—
by controlling
the urge to take control
*
finding a life raft
on the inside—
resting there
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Headwaters Poetry Festival, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Western Slope Poetry on March 31, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Poems, Politics and Pretty Places … that’s the theme of this weekend extravaganza filled with workshops, panels, performances, food and parties. I hope you can join me and some of Western Colorado’s finest poets: Art Goodtimes, David J. Rothman, Kyle Harvey, Wendy Videlock, Alan Wartes, Mark Todd and more!
For more information, check out the link below:
http://www.gunnisonartscenter.org/events/headwaters-poetry-festival
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged interdependence, intimacy, poem, poetry, time on March 30, 2015| 1 Comment »
Only a moment, I thought,
just a moment of pulling your breath
into mine would buoy me
through whole oceans of days,
days I would otherwise drown in
save for a single shared moment.
But here I am, beneath the surface,
near out of air, gasping, longing for
hours, no, days, no, whole epochs of closeness
with no sense of starting or ending.
How soon a woman wants more.
I try to fill my pockets with things
that float—the clean scent of spring
and the song of whatever bird that is
outside the window. I try to find
my own lightness I have found before.
I tell myself, this is only a story,
as I sink further down, as the blue deepens.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged figure of speech, poem, poetry, pun, trope on March 29, 2015| 6 Comments »
“What’ll be, boys?” the bartender says.
The three aren’t thirsty, just looking for love.
“A rose,” says the metaphor.
“But you better not pick it,” says the cliché.
“It only grows when it’s on the vine,” says the allusion.
The bartender starts to moan,
when a simile in a short red dress walks up to them.
She is quite the figure of speech.
Her dress is cut down real low,
her breasts are like two perfect feminine rhymes
straining against the cranberry silk.
“A red, red rose,” sighs the metaphor.
“With thorns,” says the cliché.
“That’s newly sprung in June,” adds the allusion.
“I’m, like, thirsty,” she says.
The bartender groans, makes a noose
of his dishrags and belt.
Just goes to show,
give someone enough tropes
and he’ll hang himself.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged apricot, longing, poem, poetry, possibility on March 28, 2015| 2 Comments »
I would like to find you
in the shade of an apricot tree
with rounded white petals
caught in your hair
and the hypnotic humming
of bees in our ears,
and we would lie there
draped in the scent
of warm sage and sweet bloom
and stare up at the blue
through the flowering limbs
and forget who we are
for just long enough, perhaps,
that anything could happen.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged apricot blossom, poem, poetry, transcience, vulnerability on March 28, 2015| 2 Comments »
anytime it might freeze—
still, they open wild inside me
apricot blossoms
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carpe diem, poem, poetry, spring on March 26, 2015| 4 Comments »
You can’t tell tulips
to unbloom,
you can’t unsing
last evening’s tune,
the shadow can’t undark
the moon,
you can’t unlove,
unbreathe, unswoon,
but wishes can be
ever wished
new bridges can be
ever crossed
so many kisses
still to kiss
before you unlive
unlaugh, dust.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allowing, happiness, poem, poetry, saying yes to the world as it is on March 25, 2015| 7 Comments »
Perhaps when we finally see
there is no point to making things
look any better than they are,
then whatever friction
we’ve found in the world
is met with rose oil
and the great heavy gears
cease to grind
and spin with silent ease.
The only sustainable plots
are the ones no one has planted—
ones in which flowers, grasses and trees
rise up on their own.
They know when to sprout,
when to bloom, when to seed.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged a cappella, Heartbeat, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, singing, Telluride on March 25, 2015| 1 Comment »
It’s poetry set to music … come hear Heartbeat in concert. Seven women singing all genres of music, a cappella.
Here’s a link to an article about our group and what one might expect at the concert.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged breath, intimacy, poem, poetry, wind on March 24, 2015| 2 Comments »
The wind
transfers sand
and the breeze
snatches kites
and the squalls
displace leaves
and the gusts
topple signs,
and forever
yes, even
after I’m dust,
your breath
laced
into mine.