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Walking Again in Rome, Georgia, at Night

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on June 20, 2023| 7 Comments »


           
 
When the night is warm
and the magnolia blossoms
twine sweetness into the humid dark
and the summer-loud frogs
fill the night with strange song,
I notice you are not here.
I notice the silence
that walks beside me.
There is comfort in it,
the space where your body
might have been.
Perhaps the connection
is something I’ve fashioned
out of longing for connection.
Does that make it any less real?
I speak to you, ask you questions.
I don’t expect answers.
I get none.
All around me, the fireflies
charge the world
with their beautiful,
fleeting light.

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Doing Water Aerobics in the Senior Living Community with Janie Bird

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on June 20, 2023| 6 Comments »

She is over nine decades old,
this woman playing Pitbull
and Taylor Swift. Now run,
she says, and we do our best
to get somewhere by going nowhere
in the turquoise pool.
And she smiles as she tells us
to crisscross our arms, palms facing in,
to scissor our legs as if we are skiing,
to work harder, to make it our best.
I laugh like a child because it’s fun,
this hour when we play in the water,
frisky as ducklings, tender as saplings
inside old trunks, joyful
as old women who remember
how good it feels to be buoyant
as geese, resilient as ourselves.

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Father’s Day, 2021

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on June 18, 2023| 3 Comments »


That was the year our small family
strolled the closed-off streets
in Ridgway and listened
to mariachi and country
and a fabulous upright bass.
And my son was at ease,
my daughter content
my husband smiling.
And I remember thinking,
Remember this.
 
Two years later, I remember
my joy in the moment
now tethered to me like a shadow.
I remember sun warm on our backs.
I remember even then knowing
happiness doesn’t last.
I remember telling myself,
sweetheart, remember.
And I remember. It’s so beautiful
it hurts. I remember.

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One for Father’s Day

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on June 18, 2023| 2 Comments »

inside my laughter
stencil of my father’s laughter—
an audible tattoo

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Portrait

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on June 17, 2023| 8 Comments »

for Wendy Videlock


It’s all about the light,
she says, as we drive west
and notice one rock fin
standing apart from the rest,
radiant now in its relief.
You could drive right past it
four hundred times and not see it.

Let the heart do what light does—
help me notice new layers of beauty.
I turn to see her as she looks
at the rocks, face naked with awe.
She has always been lovely to me,
but tonight, my god, tonight.

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POETRY VIDEO/SINGLE RELEASES TODAY! 

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on June 16, 2023| 12 Comments »



Hey friends, I am just THRILLED to share with you the next release from my new spoken word album. Dark Praise will come out in its entirety on July 14, but my guitarist Steve Law and I are releasing a sneak peak! The whole album is in celebration of the dark and all the ways it nourishes us–fostering reflection, communion, receptivity, dreams, intimacy, and … as this poem explores, abandon, pleasure and trust. I hope you enjoy “Wild Rose Goes for a Ride with God”–in which my alter ego and God go on a date one night …  PLEASE SHARE IT!

You can download the single on Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music and more. 
You can pre-purchase the album for $15 on Band Camp. 

Poetry by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Music by Steve Law
Art by Marisa S. White, “Caught a Ride with the Moon”
Video by Tony Jeannette

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Analog

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on June 16, 2023| 9 Comments »

for Craig
 
           
It’s so human, the hand,
how it rises
to wave to a friend,
as if it is a direct extension
of the heart. Perhaps
that is why, in these days
of emojis and AI,
when you write to tell me
you wave each time
you drive past my house,
my hand rises to wave back,
though I don’t know where you are
or when’s the last time
you passed by my home,
but, here, friend,
wherever you are,
here’s my hand,
palm open, arm high,
not electromagnetic
but no less full
of song and light
this wave reaching
across the night.

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Learning to Lie Still

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on June 15, 2023| 4 Comments »




It isn’t easy.
Good, then, to have a cat
come lie in the curve of my arm
with her full weight on my weight,
her warmth against my side.
If she purrs, so much the better.
How could I rise and disrupt
her low gravelly song?
So I lie still. Awake, but not scrolling.
Not speaking. Not running to fix.
It comes to this—my great hope
for learning to lie still
is to become a cushion for cat.
It’s a noble hope—to lie still
as a cat in the curve of an arm,
still as a pool of daylight on the sill,
still as the sun itself, holding the center
as the whole world moves around it.

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Sacred Field

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on June 13, 2023| 7 Comments »

In the mural, the field of sunflowers
is always in bloom, always golden,
always opening to face the world.
How could I, tonight, not remember
another evening two summers ago
when the light was honeyed
and I stood in this very spot with my son,
two daughters and husband,
and we smiled wide as sunflowers,
our stems tall, the petals of my heart
unfurling. The image still sits in a frame
on my shelf—the last photo I have
of my son. Tonight, when I stood before
all that blooming, I broke. God, it hurt,
but I did not resist the breaking.
I stood in the middle of all that beauty,
the beauty as real as the pain,
the pain as real as any beauty,
stood in the middle of all those flowers
and cried, I cried and broke and
felt myself opening, unfolding like a flower,
my petals doing what petals do.

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Letting Go of Knowing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on June 13, 2023| 14 Comments »


 
 
Walking in the sweet honey
and musky scented woods,
I keep searching for what smells
so good, until finally I let
myself be content to walk
in the woods with a honey scent,
and I give up for a time
on naming the world,
and let a step be a step,
let a scent be a scent
and know only I am lucky,
lucky to walk in the musky woods,
the air so refreshing, so sweet.

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