Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer dances in the inexhaustible now, and in several worlds at once. With all of her finely tuned senses very much alive, the beat she dances to is always her own sweet heart. Although very contemporary, her dazzling syntax, her ability to express complex emotions in such profound simplicity, put her in the company of poets like Emily Dickinson and Gerard Manley Hopkins as well as the ancient poets of China and Japan. I love her poetry.
    —James Tipton, Letters to a Stranger, Proposing to the Woman in the Rearview Mirror

Rosemerry is always looking for the threads from the intimate to the transcendent, always watching her breath for the molecules of air also breathed by Neruda, by Dickinson, by cummings, and also by the reader. These poems are full of the restless energy needed to caress a child or a spouse in the one moment, and in the next to expand into the spheres of the night sky.
    —Uche Ogbuji, editor at Kin Poetry Journal and The Nervous Breakdown


Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's poems are high mountain orchard windsong, the waft of apricot blossom on the cheek, brook ripple in
the ear. She never fails to bring sensual joy and rich music. Every poem is a love song.
    —David Lee, A Legacy of Shadows