Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Christmas, poem, poetry, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, stranger on December 23, 2016| 1 Comment »
Every one of us, a sliver of divinity–I suppose that belief is part of what drives this poem published today in Telluride Inside and Out … a poem I wrote last year about a chance encounter around Christmastime.
Merry Christmas, friends … you can read the poem here.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Christmas, poem on December 24, 2015| 7 Comments »
Everything we hope for
inside a box,
inside a stocking,
inside each other,
yes everything we hope for
is nowhere until
we find it
inside us,
and then it is everywhere
and all we want
is to give it
freely.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Christmas, forgiveness, poem, poetry, presence, present on December 26, 2014| 3 Comments »
What was it under the tree
I was hoping for—perhaps
forgiveness, not the kind
you can tie up with a bow,
no, rather the kind
you don’t even know is there,
except you notice you can’t
stop laughing and everything,
even the awkward scale
you carry in your breath,
even that seems luminous,
some small, amusing scrap
of heaven.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Christmas, daughter, love, missing, mother, poem, poetry on December 24, 2013| 1 Comment »
unable to form
the sweet dough in my hands
without hearing the echo
of her hymn as she sings
a thousand miles away
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged children, Christmas, ideal, jingle bells, mothering, poem, tree, what is real on December 18, 2011| 3 Comments »
We took a ride
in a one horse open
sleigh today,
and I was one horse
and the red sled
was the open sleigh
and the kids laughed
and reeled as we
trudged through
the field and
searched for the perfect
Christmas tree,
which was not
hard to find.
The noon sun, it caught
in large facets of snow
and we sang, “o’er the fields
we go, laughing …”
but just as we got
to the laughing part
and I was belting
“Ho ho ho,”
the kids began kicking
each other and throwing
snow in each other’s faces
and tipping the red sled
so that they tumbled out
not giggling at all
but shrieking,
“I hate you! Go away!”
And this is how
the bliss goes,
sometimes it looks
a lot like bliss
and sometimes
no.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Christmas, friendship, gifts, giving, nakedness, poem, receiving on December 18, 2011| 1 Comment »
I give you bread.
You no longer eat wheat.
You give me a shirt.
There’s a small grease stain.
We both laugh. Neither
of us bothered to wrap.
Tonight I wear the shirt
and feel pretty.
Tonight you eat the bread
and it tastes like buttered love.
I keep thinking of how
we walked today,
the snow so deep, the air
so warm, the sky as clear,
as beautiful as your face
when all the masks come off.