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
- As It Is June 24, 2026I see them everywhere, hearts.In cumulous clouds and sunflower leaves. In thinly sliced strawberries and the dark hollow of a split hickory nut. I see them in white bird shit splatted on a bench, these symmetrical kissing curves designated as an ideograph for love. And how many hundreds of heart rocks have I slipped into my pockets to bring home like sedimentary and […]Rosemerry
- In Evening Light June 23, 2026She lets us touch her neck, her back, that beautiful,old, black mustang. Cautiously, we flank herand stroke her taut sides, our hands full of praise.Her large gray eyes droop. She begins to drool.Joe laughs, saying she is so at ease she is about to fall asleep. I am thinking of how every morning I takecalcium, B-vitamins, drink […]Rosemerry
- Homeopathy June 22, 2026In the morning,I light the candles.With each light, I say the names.Each name representsa blessing that became a wound that became againa blessing. This is how the heart makes of its losses a salve, touching again and again the darkwith its own dark, thenadding the smallest of lights until light is what a heartdoes.Rosemerry
- Different Paths June 21, 2026It used to annoy me, the way my husbandcleans every trailhe walks on, slowing down to kick off the smaller rocks, stopping to pick up and toss the larger ones.Every. Single. Rock.Perhaps it still annoysthe part of me that lovesa heart pumping pace,but now I honor how he has chosen this one small act as one wayhe can serve the world.But if […]Rosemerry
- One Becoming June 20, 2026moment so honestI put down the penand let myself be written.Rosemerry
- On the Fourth Day of the Retreat at Omega when Noah Hoffeld Played Cello and We Wrote and Spoke Poems for Three Hours June 19, 2026You may not believe me, butthe building was floating. Well above its foundation.Right there in the middleof the Hudson Valley woods,surrounded by oak and locust,squirrels leaping from tree to tree. You may not believe me, but that buildingnot only lifted from the ground and hovered in the air like a hummingbirdmight hover above a Hosta or honeysuckle, it glowed. […]Rosemerry
- Moment June 18, 2026The woman sits on the benchin the field of clover and watchesthe bumblebees clamber from flower to flower. What goes on goes on all around her. Somethinginside her is infinitely still. It invites her to enter. In this moment, everything is door. She is both clover and bee, both air and wings.She is what is still and all that is moving. Is one who […]Rosemerry
- Fellow Pilgrims June 17, 2026Only when I open the gates of my attentiondo I notice the small green shrine in the leaf as it trembles in the breeze, a sanctuaryso vibrant I can hardly believe I almostmissed it. And then, gates open, I see themeverywhere: the delicate pink shrine of the wild rose, the quick streak of shrine of the rooster as […]Rosemerry
- All at Once June 16, 2026Delighted, I plunged my face deep into the bush,laden as it was with slender trumpeted white flowers and I pulled the generous scent into my being. “Honeysuckle,” James confirmed, steppingcloser to inhale and for a moment we lingered,infused with the lavish perfume of June, and when we pulled away, he said, “You know, the ticks love hanging […]Rosemerry
- Olfactory June 15, 2026“The airport smells like ammonia,” says Karenas we sit and wait for our plane. It does. Sharp. Stinging. She’s off to Minnesota, I’m off to New York, and as we catch up about children and jobs, I take a limbic trip to my childhood home, and I’m nineand my hair is wrapped tight around thin, pink plastic curlers. We’re […]Rosemerry