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
- I, Who Did Not Die That Day January 17, 2025“I, who did not die …” —Naomi Shihab Nye, “Making a Fist” I, who did not die that day,also died. Not all of me,but part of me: The partwho believed I could change thingsbeyond my control.The part who believedany of us can save someonewho does not want to be saved.What a terrible freedom to […]Rosemerry
- Carpe Diem January 16, 2025Every day you have less reason not to give yourself away. —Wendell Berry, 1993, I Knowing today brings the day of my deathone day closer, I decide to love you more.By which I mean, I decideto practice letting myself beexactly who I am and letting you beexactly who you are and noticing howlove grows in that […]Rosemerry
- One for My Daughter, Made of Water January 15, 2025the river must follow its channel,but every cloud can tell youwater also flows upRosemerry
- The One Great Story January 14, 2025There are so many ways to hold and be held. —James Crews, “The World Loves You Back” Assume belonging. —Augusta Kantra There are so many ways to hold and be held.Like the way the white and black cat holds my lapeven as I hold her small weight.Like the way a woman holds a canyon in her heart—its […]Rosemerry
- How We Are Held January 13, 2025When my arms were the most empty,when my hands were unable to hold anythingand I was most unselved,that was when I felt the most gathered upby love. An immeasurable and wildly precise love.Even when I wanted to push love away.Even when I felt too broken to be found.I felt love gather all my pieces.Not to […]Rosemerry
- Evergreen January 12, 2025Skiing up the railroad gradewe pause to catch our breathand from somewhere in the woodsa tree speaks to us in a spruce languagewe can’t interpret,and I am again a young girlat the edge of the forest,believing I understand the trees,the way they call to me,primal and true.How did I ever forget?Rosemerry
- Redefinition January 11, 2025when I say my heart breaksI mean it breaks like a wave—as if exhaustedby its own separatenessit gives itself back to the wholeRosemerry
- Humbled by Love January 10, 2025Often I love best what is in front of me.In summer, I forget I love snow, love cold.In winter, I forget I love green.Given green beans, I forget I love carrots.Given a warm dark night,I forget I’m entranced by summer light.Perhaps sometimes, when reading,or skiing by the river, or singing, there is an hourwhen I […]Rosemerry
- Because It Matters I Say It January 9, 2025I remember in FinlandI lived a year without oncehearing someone say the verbfor love, rakastaa. As if it weretoo precious to squander.And it is precious. And still,this longing to spend the word wildly,as if there’s an infinite store of love.As if I could say I love youa thousand thousand timesand there would still bea thousand […]Rosemerry
- Letter to the Others in the Dark January 8, 2025I am writing not to send you light,but to let you know you are not alonein the darkness. I am here, too,scribbling with no sight, no certaintythat the words on the page are legible,no confidence you will receive this.Still this impulse to reach out,this longing to honor this deepening darkness,though it is confusing, disorienting.I find […]Rosemerry