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
- Letter to an Unnamed Star April 23, 2026How could you prepare yourselffor the pressure of the wishes?How to prepare for the burden when any given person on earth might choose, at last, out of desperation most likely, to look up and notice you shiningin the great vast dark and pin on you their greatest hope grown like a weedfrom the seeds of their greatest fear?You, formed […]Rosemerry
- Not Too Late? April 22, 2026She wants to dance. To know her body as urgent verb. To dance. Here. In this room. Any room.To dance while her legs still bend and leap.To dance while her arms still lift. Dance while she still has wrists to twist. Whileshe still has neck and ribs and hips. What is she afraid of? She was never a very good […]Rosemerry
- Big Bouquet of Poems, Podcast & Poems in ONE ART April 21, 2026Hi friends, Thank you for your patience as I took a couple weeks off from sending out poems to spend time with my family. Here are many poems written during the days I was gone. Please go to the bottom to see my interview that came out last week with singer Carrie Newcomer and activist and […]Rosemerry
- 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