delayed on the tarmac
my inner scheduler
decides to nap
*
walking on blue cobblestones
we arrive
six hundred years ago
*
that man playing harp—
his voice opens doors
in the air
*
unsure what comes next
I translate all my worries
into purple orchid
*
best rainforest guide—
two-note song
of an unknown bird
*
decades of calamities
and triumphs
to be just another body on the beach
*
my tears unnoticed
I offer myself
a tissue, a shoulder
*
from the calendar squares
I fell with a splash
into warm blue water
*
night full of rain—
come morning light
my dreams shine
*
squeezing lime
into the ripe papaya
scooping out delight
*
in bioluminescent water
I write your name
watch the blue cursive disappear
*
picking your pocket
hoping
for a poem
*
no hard feelings, pigeon,
rumor has it
this is good luck
*
paddling to the island
drunk on blue
my eyes keep swerving
*
the way the ocean
never refuses raindrops—
learning to let in the whole world
*
back at the empanada café
hoping to fall in love again
with spinach
*
remembering with a start
nothing
is happening
*
a full moon
in my body—
all around me the tides
*
after floating in saltwater
hand in hand with my girl,
on land, still floating
*
between the missiles
and the song of the ocean
this chance to love
*
distilling the dazzling day
into three-lines
and one glass of wine
Posts Tagged ‘haikuling’
Puerto Rico Haikuling Bouquet
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beach, family, haikuling, travel on April 21, 2024| 4 Comments »
One Almost Impossible, And Yet
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haikuling, joy, kindness, plum on July 31, 2023| 1 Comment »
at the end of a day
crowded with kindness and joy
one perfect, ripe plum
One Eventual
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dancing, haikuling, still on May 21, 2023| 8 Comments »
after fifty years of spinning
I learn standing still
is another way to dance
A giant bouquet of poems from Belize–plus two events this week
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged belize, haikuling on April 17, 2022| 8 Comments »
Hi friends–
I’m back! My husband and daughter and I spent two-weeks in Belize–half in the rainforest and half at the beach–and it was so healing. I know that for some, travel really excites the muse. For me, I tend to be much more prolific at home. Still, every day I wrote one (or more) very short postcard-like poems (i call them haikulings because they look haiku-ish) … and here they are for you. Plus, below that, you’ll find write ups and links for an online reading I will do on Tuesday (poems about the earth for earth day with a Q & R to follow) and an online thoughtshop I will do on Wednesday (other people’s poems about falling in love with the broken world, along with lots of prompts for your own writing.) And now we are officially back to posting daily poems. Hugs to you all–
Rosemerry
Bouquet from Belize
sky as my witness—
while swimming in the jungle river
a white egret lands inside me
*
bright trill of cicada
and creaking of frogs—
even self-doubt shuts up to listen
*
spinning from a strand
of old spider silk—
one dead leaf dances
*
after the downpour
every path in the garden
strewn with petals
*
orange blossoms in my hair—
perfume of goodness to come,
goodness that already is
*
floating through the limestone cave—
practicing again how to meet the world
head first
*
table set for three—
at dinner I face
where your eyes are not
*
in the vast rainforest
somehow it finds my naked leg
the tiniest silver tick
*
climbing the steps
of the ancient Mayan temple—
this awe brief as a lifetime
*
heaven
earth
this day a ladder
*
I wake to hear my daughter
laughing in a dream—
I replay that music till dawn
*
one-note whine of the zipline—
the ohm
of adventure
*
steady pink beacon—
pressing my heart
to the sunrise
*
peddling in beauty
this night
with sand in its toes
*
at the Mayan temple—
this family photo
without you in it
*
two-week vacation—
less like a comma, more
like an open-ended em-dash
*
because you are not here
I find you everywhere—
feather, sky, river, white bunny, my own hand
*
he says, do nah stand
unda da coconut tree—
everywhere I look, coconut trees
*
in turquoise waters near golden sand
I learn again
the only paradise is within
*
grinding the cocoa nibs
into dark paste—
come, love, smell my fingers
*
rocking in the great arms
of the ocean—
wanting to hold the world this way
April 19, 6 p.m. mountain time
Earth Words, poetry performance/Q&R for Crested Butte Library
The earth itself is an altar to breakdown, decay,
collapse, demise. And from these infinite violences,
we rise, like trees, we rise.
—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, “On Earth Day”
In honor of National Poetry Month and Earth Day, Rosemerry will read from her own poems in an exploration of outer landscapes and how they inform our inner landscapes (who we are and how we connect with the world and each other). Free. For more information, contact Taylor Worsham, taylor@gunnisoncountylibraries.org . No need to pre-register. Meeting info below:
Please join my meeting from your computer, tablet or smartphone.
https://meet.goto.com/302136501
You can also dial in using your phone.
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Get the app now and be ready when your first meeting starts: https://meet.goto.com/install
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April 20, 6 p.m. mountain time
Poetry Thoughtshop: Falling in Love with the Broken World
$12 (but ask SHYFT if you need a scholarship)
How you see the world—the way you meet even the smallest moment—affects everyone and everything in the world around you. The stories you tell yourself and others create the big conversation—what are we doing here? What does it mean to be alive? And practically speaking, how do we change our perspective? Join poet, storyteller and performer Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer for a playful, intimate evening of poetry that invites you to fall more deeply in love with yourself, with others, with the moment and the world.
In this 40-minute poetry thoughtshop, poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer will share poems from a variety of authors about brokenness, self-compassion, generosity and kindness. She’ll also offer a host of writing prompts to help you write your own poems that explore how you might choose to love the broken world, whether you pick up your pen or not.
This event is hosted by SHYFT at Mile High whose mission is to provide all people, regardless of ability to pay, with classes and programs proven to reduce stress, heal trauma, and create connection. To register: click here
Two Unspokens
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged book, haikuling, unname on March 30, 2022| 6 Comments »
slender trunks of aspen—
commemorating this grove
by not naming it
*
all those books
I haven’t yet written—
dogearring my favorite pages
Three Unlikelihoods
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haikuling, praise on March 26, 2022| 6 Comments »
crushed by rusted weight
stalled by my own brokenness—
still this urge to praise
*
despite cosmic odds
that tend toward vacuum and void,
this pale flower, these buds
*
even in cold darkness
hear the growing rush of snowmelt—
somewhere it is warm
Bouquet of Haikulings from Camping in Utah and Visiting the Florida Keys
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, Florida, haikuling on April 19, 2021| 2 Comments »
*
I was once
a mountain
—the sand
*
red hands on the cave wall—
asking my own palms
what mark will you make?
*
lying on the earth
shivering beneath the stars—
all night knowing where I am
*
stomping bull of doubt—
a blue butterfly
lands on its nose
*
distant coyote—
the heart doesn’t howl
alone tonight
*
delighted by pot shards—
could I find my own brokenness
so precious?
*
the seaweed, the pink hibiscus
inviting the self
to fall in love with both
*
when all the hearts wants
is a hole in one—
bogey after bogey
*
slipping into the ocean of love—
how did I ever believe
it was a puddle
*
after the conversation
there is only
after the conversation
*
holding my father’s hand—
a low sun lighting
the whole ocean
*
rumors of big sharks
swim circles around
my mother and I in the channel
*
all this talk of sharing
our most vulnerable parts—
sunburn on my belly
*
on the airplane home—
hearing in the whir of ventilation
the waves of the ocean