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One Question

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 30, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

after William Matthews

 

 

like the universe, ever expanding,

ever moving beyond its center,

is that what love is?

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One Healing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged on November 29, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

opening the wound to the air—

staring at it, how slowly, imperceptibly

it heals

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One Because

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 28, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Sometimes

nothing

happens

 

still we arrive

to be wrestled

by a poem

 

sometimes

what emerges

has wings.

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November 26

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 27, 2016| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

No one will remember that this is the day

that my son and I stayed home

and he watched movies and I

met deadlines for work. It was the day

that I didn’t finish drying the apples,

the day I didn’t listen to a single song,

the day no snow fell in the yard.

It was, however, the anniversary

of Howard Carter opening Tutankhamun’s

tomb in Egypt, still virtually intact.

It’s still a few months from the day

he’ll discover the inner burial chamber—

for now, he is still ablaze with the thrill

of beginning, hopeful he’ll find

the sarcophagus. Does he know yet

that it will be made of solid gold?

The world is ripe with beginnings—

even in this season of dying and cold,

there’s always so much left to discover,

so much we do not yet know.

Eventually the movies are over and I finish

my article about Tuscan architecture

and my son and I again begin. No one will

ever remember how this is the day

we spent hours together at a table

with a puzzle fitting the thousand pieces in.

But I am still ablaze with beginning,

still in the thrill of his youth. I don’t yet know

where our lives will go, but I’m giddy

on laughter that only we two can hear,

the rest of the house quiet, no bells,

no shouts, no hum of the fruit as it dries.

 

 

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A Small, Intimate, Provocative Gift

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 26, 2016| 2 Comments »

Available for purchase now! $20 plus shipping.  Click here to order, click here for sample pages, and click here to read more about the poetry and drawings by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer and Jill Sabella. When you order, ask for personalized inscriptions.

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“This book is a little treasure chest (a mere six inches square) full of catalytic gems that resonate with just about any punch life might be dishing out at the moment. Place near workstation or bed or altar for ready access. … Open it frequently, starting now.”                          —Jazz Jaeschke, Story Circle Book Reviews

 

 

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New Seeing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 26, 2016| Leave a Comment »

Just because

we can’t say what

a thing is doesn’t mean

it won’t cast a shadow—

a shadow so small we perhaps

don’t notice as it falls on our own

naked skin—

 

and sometimes, focused as we are

on the light, we fail to see where

our own shadow lands, our

familiar shape distorted,

creating (for whom?)

an unintentional

(I’m sorry)

darkness.

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Grace

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 26, 2016| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

Though the world is dented and dinged

and scuffed and scorned,

we trim the beans and peel the potatoes,

and the kitchen is warm and full

of laughter. We hum as we work

and break into scraps of song.

All day our hands are joyful

as they prepare the meal to come.

There are wars and battles even now,

not all of them fought with guns,

some waged intimately in our thoughts,

our scraped up hearts. And still,

this scent of apple pie, sweetening

as it bakes, this inner insistence

that love is not only possible,

it is every bit as real as our fear.

Whether the host has brought

out his best wine and his best crystal glasses

or water in chipped clay cups,

there is every reason

to be generous, to serve not only

our family, our friends, ourselves,

but also those we don’t yet know how to love

and those parts of ourselves we

have tried to keep separate.

Tonight the host has hidden bait

in the dinner—we all are caught.

Scent of sage, scent of mushrooms

and cream. The bite of cranberry.

Never mind the potatoes cooked too long.

Blessings seep into all the imperfect places,

even if you can’t name the blessings—

consider them secret ingredients.

The point is not to understand the feast,

but to eat, to eat it together.

 

 

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In the Spirit of Thanksgiving …

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 24, 2016| 2 Comments »

Here are two poems published today in Telluride Inside & Out.

Thanksgiving Poems

Wishing you grace all day, friends,

 

Rosemerry

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Taking the Leaves Out of the Closet

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 24, 2016| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

We turn the old metal clasps beneath the table,

my brother and I, and pull the two halves apart.

It’s so easy, I think, to make more space at a table,

allowing everyone to fit. Let it be so in our hearts.

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One Unwanted

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 22, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

burr with barbs, this thought—

the more I try to remove it

the deeper it pricks

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