Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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A Hundred Falling Veils
- Two-Week Hiatus in Posting Poems and Lots of Upcoming Programs in Person and Online April 4, 2026Every year, I take a two-week break from sending poems so I can be away from the computer and focus on being with my family. I will write poems the old fashioned way–in my note book. And there they will stay until April 20 when I return to the computer and sending out daily poems. […]Rosemerry
- Head Down April 4, 2026so focused on writingabout beautyI almostdidn’t noticethe roundgreen scentof alivenessflourishing wildlyall around meRosemerry
- At the Senior Dance Recital April 3, 2026After fourteen years of pink leotardsand bobby pins, sewing ribbonson pointe shoes and driving home latefrom rehearsals, she dances tonightwith feline ease, confidence in the curlof her fingers, grace in her glanceas she follows the gentle lift of her arm, and instead of trying to capturethis final recital in pixels, I bid myselfto be completely here, […]Rosemerry
- On Any Given Wednesday April 2, 2026After the lunch has been made and the breakfast doneand the cats are fed and the child has left for school, it’s no small thing to slide back into bed with your partner.Before coffee. Before the day takes you separate ways. Before phone, before bills, before the endless list. With the earth ever spinning toward tomorrow, it’s no small […]Rosemerry
- The Reflection April 1, 2026It was late evening. I was sitting on the couch, the purple one my husband made, when I felt the small tickle traveling from my forearm to my wrist. Not wearing my glasses, I held out my arm for my husband to look. “What is it?” I asked. “A tick,” he said, his voice flat, […]Rosemerry
- True Story March 31, 2026“What on earth can we do to make this sad and beautiful world a little softer for everyone?” — Shannan Martin, The Ministry of Ordinary Places Once there was a woman who knit. She knit the sky and the cemetery,narrow alleys and the deep sea, the highwayand the willow, starlight and the bare bulb. It was not easy to […]Rosemerry
- The Arrangement March 30, 2026Because touch is one way we offer praise, this morning I touch my ears to the see-sawing song of birds in the tree beside me. I still myselfto focus on their song, and they stop singing, as if to tease. I touch my ears to the silence where the song is not. Touch the warm tones of wind chimes stirred by a […]Rosemerry
- As We Marched March 29, 2026I imagined every step a step toward integrity, toward justice. Toward language that respectsdiversity. Every step a step toward equality. Truth. I imagined every step one step closer to peace in our country, toward peace in the world. I am old enough to not believe in arrivals, I am fool enough to believe in love. I am human enough to believe […]Rosemerry
- In Time March 28, 2026In soil not yet worked this spring,two perfect rows of parsley emerge in a curly leafed celebration of green, vestiges from last year’s planting.Where is not garden? Good hands, what will you do with this new trust risingout of what looked like failure?Rosemerry
- Nothing March 27, 2026Today, for a time, I am more red rock cliff than river. I sit and do not do. Perhaps some part of me crumbles. I do not resist the crumbling. I do not resist stillness. I am weary of resisting. So weary that today I promised myselfI would make time for nothingness. What pleasure I found in not rushing, not rising, not streaming, not […]Rosemerry