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Things that Bloom

 

 

I’m thinking of silence, how when it opens,

it changes the room with its fragrance.

 

How frost can make a garden

of a window overnight.

 

Old friendship—sometimes

even when we forget to water it,

persists like mint.

 

Fear, of course, is knapweed-ish,

tap-rooted, invasive. Almost impossible

to eradicate its petals of panic,

petals of dread.

 

Sometimes a name can bloom

on the tongue when the syllables

stem from someone we love.

 

And when we’re very still, the moment itself

seems to bloom, like a peony

revealing layer after tender layer,

charging the air with sweetness.

Now flower. Here flower.

 

The moon, that giant cream perennial,

reminds us nightly how we, too,

are called to grow our light

toward the dark.

 

And uncertainty, it comes to us

in giant bouquets, each bloom a question

that doesn’t want to be answered,

it wants only for us to hold it in our arms

like the gift it is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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And tonight I think

of the seventeen Italian doctors,

dead. And the hundreds

of thousands of people

whose test results were positive.

And all the doctors, nurses,

health care workers—

some right here in our town.

I think of them eating breakfast,

reading the same discouraging news,

then kissing their loved ones,

putting on their shoes,

and walking out the door,

though resolution’s as elusive

as last month’s peace—

the peace we didn’t

even know we had.

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The Vendor

 

 

And if there were a map

for the path of my own becoming,

I wouldn’t buy it.

I tried. I marched up to the vendor

of maps, took out my coin,

and held it out for the exchange,

but was startled by an inner revolt—

not an angry crowd but a quiet, insistent no.

I put the coin back in my pocket

and walked away, wildly aware

I had no idea what step came next.

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Placerville, CO, Sunday, October 28th  10 a.m. – 4:30 p.m., $100

How often do you wake up from a dream and wonder, “What was that?”  

What if you discovered that your subconscious has the answers you are seeking? Each night, through dreams we are offered pieces of ourselves that we might never come to know. For many of us, we have learned to not just dismiss our dreams but our deeper emotional and spiritual worlds as well.

In this workshop, we will explore the landscape of dreams and write poems that float between dream and reality, the irrational and the authentic, certainty and uncertainty. Through dreams and poetry, we will open up to the uncertainty in each of our lives—the continual, miraculous unfolding of not knowing.

No previous experience with dream work or poetry necessary. Led by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer and Corinne Platt.

To register, contact Rosemerry, 970-729-1838 or wordwoman@rosemerry.com

or

Corinne, 970- 596-5221 or corinneplatt@earthlink.net

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Without A Map

 

 

Silly me, I thought the boat was empty.

Thought there was no one else here to paddle

or steer. Thought I was alone and too small

to reach the rudder, too weak to lift

the great oars, somehow not seeing

the sea itself as captain, the sea itself as crew,

its waves carrying me places I never knew I needed

to go until, on that strange new shore, I found

myself exactly where I needed to be,

shipwrecked and wildly alive.

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Tonight the path

is tired of being

a path, would rather

be a leaf. Enough

of trodding. Enough

of this one foot

in front of the other.

Rather to unfurl

and serve and let go

and get lost. Really,

how hard could it be?

Something about

“path” suggests

certainty. The path

feels like a fraud.

It’s exhausted

with arrivals. It wants

to fall off. It wants

to cartwheel across the field

like last year’s leaves

in spring wind.

It wants to have

no idea at all

where it is going.

 

 

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Hello friends,

I hope you can join me in a four-week poetry discussion class on living with uncertainty.

Week 1: Accepting Uncertainty as a Part of Life

Week 2: How Inviting the Unknown Helps us Live More Richly

Week 3: How we Find Ourselves by Getting Lost

Week 4: The Generative Power of Not Knowing

The class is offered through Weehawken Arts in Ridgway, Colorado, 12-2 p.m. on Wednesdays. To read more or sign up, please click https://www.weehawkenarts.org/classes/22-classes/creative-arts/153-living-with-uncertainty-a-poetry-discussion-series-with-rosemerry-wahtola-trommer

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Between us a silence

so fragile that half of me

fears it will shatter

 

and cut us, half of me fears

it will erupt and we’ll burn,

and half of me thinks

 

if I stay still enough,

something beautiful

might emerge.

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between the question

and the answer is the garden

where the rose is still open—

soft-petalled and fragrant—

regardless of what comes next

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Yesterday, I spoke with KSJD radio in a 10-minute interview about how poems–both writing and reading them–might help us navigate uncertain times. You can listen to the interview here.

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