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 Probably Biased September 9, 2026so full of light, this girlwalking through the airportthat watching her I see how one personmakes everything around them brighter,even, when I am with her, me.Rosemerry
- Leaving the Film Festival the Day Before My Daughter Leaves for College September 8, 2026High angle shot: we see the main character,dressed in boots, a pale orange sweater and a brown cowboy hat, emerging slowly from a theater with a throng of others. She looks small, vulnerable. Close up: revealsshe’s been crying, no, is still crying, but perhapstrying not to cry. Medium shot. A beautiful young woman, late teens, in a gray t-shirt, […]Rosemerry
- For Four Days at the Film Festival September 7, 2026saying hello to the woman in line for the same movie—the chance to become more than an extra in each other’s livesRosemerry
- Vision September 6, 2026I want eyes that see what is hereand I want eyes that dream, eyes that follow the featherthat falls between me and my girl as we sit side by sideand eyes that see her both nowand at every age she’s been, I want eyes that open to beauty even as they cry, eyes thatsee the same world in new […]Rosemerry
- One Intention September 5, 2026on this night when I long for thingsto be different, on this night whenall does not feel well, let me pray not for things to be differentbut to trust all I need is hereRosemerry
- In My First Pilates Class, I Reckon with Impossibility September 4, 2026My arms were bent on a static platformand my feet were strapped into a moveable carriageand there were springs somewhere to makethe whole operation more difficult. As if.And when the teacher suggested we lift our hipsinto the air, well, there was simply no way this would happen. Sometimes it’s like that for the heart, too,when we […]Rosemerry
- In the Garden September 3, 2026In the garden works a woman,in the woman grows a fear, in the fear lives a truth, in the truth is an ache.After some timeof pulling weeds anddeadheading flowersand before the rain begins, the ache has sloughed enough layers to makeit more easily seen. On its own, the acheis not so large. When the woman meets itbetween the sunflowersand snapdragons,the ache […]Rosemerry
- The Poem You’re Going to Write Tomorrow September 2, 2026after Gayle Brandeis The poem you’re going to write tomorrow is somewhere in your cells, is madefrom language you’ve been learningand forgetting since your birth. The poem you’re going to write tomorrowwill ask you to go beyond who you are today,will invite you to leap over the edge of the knownand may or may not offer wings or […]Rosemerry
- What Is Here? September 1, 2026On this gray morning, sitting on the porch,my whole self tunes and re-tunes to a single swallow stitching figure eights above the field, attunes to garden marigoldsall radiant and red, and wetland rushes wicking gold, the river currents thick and brown from mudslides after last night’s rain,the sour scent of autumn in the air— and for a time, I’m charged […]Rosemerry
- The World Made Possible August 31, 2026You would think only my ears went for a walk,because all I could focus on this morning was the constant putter and drone and rumble and whineof the steady stream of cars on the highway below.My ears were bothered. Mightily so. Botheredenough they drowned out the woodsy scent of spruce and the dry earth perfume of late […]Rosemerry