Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Read the latest from my poetry blog, “A Hundred Falling Veils“, where there’s a poem in every day. You can use this link to subscribe.
A Hundred Falling Veils
- One on Tap July 27, 2026pouring time into the shape of this question—how do I serve life?Rosemerry
- One Inevitable July 26, 2026he’s a slot canyonjust wanting to hold things close—then, there’s all that rainRosemerry
- Among Strangers July 25, 2026I sat for hours in concourse A,the plane delayed, delayed again,surrounded by a young mother with three hungry children and two elderly couples who played endless rounds of go fish and men in dark suitson their cell phones and girls filming dances for TikTok, when I looked up and saw out the window a double rainbow,ridiculously pretty against the slate […]Rosemerry
- One Peekaboo July 24, 2026hoping it finds me hiding in the shadow of the blue sprucethat glorious half-moonRosemerry
- The Holding July 23, 2026Alone, I am too small to meet the great weight of your pain.Loving, I want to turn toward you. Aching, I want to turn away.But yesterday I rested for a time on a wide gray rock in an alpine cirque.In my stillness I felt how surely I was cradled by the world so much vaster than I. There, surroundedby greatness, […]Rosemerry
- Kinship July 22, 2026after Jane Hirshfield Oh look, I say to the catYou have a soup belly. I jiggle and wiggle her soft, floppy middle.She does not love it.I get it, I say to her. SometimesI don’t want to be touched either.More truly, I do want to be touched, but only in the way I want to be touched. The cat holds her paws midair, […]Rosemerry
- The Possible July 21, 2026Starting here, I want to rememberthe spaciousness that emerges in mewhen my heart knows itself as an expressionof the one great heart. In those moments,when the I slips away and the we is all,when love is unbound from the wallsof my chest and expands across mountainsand deserts and oceans and returns with the peaks and tide in each breath, then the […]Rosemerry
- The Clearing July 20, 2026Already the river is lighter in color, less brown, less turbid, more translucent. Just yesterday the currents were thick with mud and logs, needles and sticks and bits of once-living debris. Now that the furious flood has lost its force, the gravel and sand have begun their settling.Whatever was floating now restson the banks and all that is left suspended in the water is what […]Rosemerry
- Soul Searching July 19, 2026after “Stone” by Charles Simic I cannot make them out, these strange writings on my inner walls. Each time I feel closerto deciphering the marks,it’s as if they rearrangethemselves into newmore mysterious lines. Some part of me deeplywants to read them, to know their secrets.She takes out her eraser,her pencil, and begins the translations again.Some part of me sitseasily in the […]Rosemerry
- Eco-Grief July 18, 2026My favorite alpine skinny dipping holea dry rock bed, an inverted monumentto drought— as if I needed one more reminderof how fragile it is, this world,how parched our heartscan become. On the long hike home I swim in the seriousnessof what is not here, remember how it felt to slipinto the snowmelt,how my whole being shivered in elation, how the […]Rosemerry