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
- 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
- The Phone Call March 26, 2026While all around us the world rushes by, our conversation becomes a wide flat rockin the midst of the river where we can restlong enough to see not everythingis snarl and torrent, rapid and rush. See how the heron lands in the eddy,how soft moss grows on rocks in the shade.Holding up all the tumult, the peaceful.At […]Rosemerry
- For What Ails Us March 25, 2026Wini weeps as she tells me “everyone is so broken,” and a small shrine appears in the tear on her cheek.I kneel inside it as it slips to her chin.My throat clenches, my own heart widens,enlivened by how deeply Wini cares, and somehow her heartache begins to mend my own grief for this cruel and callous world.More than […]Rosemerry
- Devil’s Advocate: The Ruler Speaks March 24, 2026Ask a surgeon if a millimeter matters. how the smallest measure marksthe difference between a heartbeat and a silence that lasts forever. I’ve seen you, poet, take joy in ambiguity, in word bending, word twisting, word play. “So many ways to do it right,” you say.What if, for a day, you tried to speakas impeccably as I measure?What would be […]Rosemerry