Inspiration comes in fits and spurts, laced with time, warmed with the heart. Each of my offerings began with a whisper, a pause to see, hear, and reflect.

Books

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Potholes in Our Hearts

Potholes in Our Hearts

An Abundance of snow
Melts and creates a hole 
Inevitable freezing and shrinking
How do you fill this void?
The cold look of a lover
The passion seeking forgiveness
Frayed edges
Stuffed with 
An excess of caution 
An excess of money
An excess of fruit
An excess of desire
An excess of need
Wisdom 
Says moderation
I say fill to the brim
And spread the joy
Spread the love
Let the holes open 
The heart wide 
And begin again.

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A Toast of Life

A Toast of Life

The grapes ripened 
The vintner harvested
The wine maker crushed
The distributor delivered
The store sold
You drank
The labor of the farmer
The sun kissed berry
The toiled soil
The fruit of life.

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Painting

Painting

Watercolors 
Float 
Wet on wet
Cauliflower
Spread
A field of 
Wildflowers
Dampen between
Green flicks of grasses
A mirage of sky 
Sunkissed from below
Each stroke an illusion

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Responsibility

Responsibility

My juice spilled
I didn’t touch it
Honest
Juice fairies appeared out of thin air
They tipped my glass 
Yes, I know and the mother fairies 
Clipped their wings 
No more magic
Until the spill is cleaned.

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A Nap

A Nap

I slipped off my work clothes
Relaxed the body
Donned the sweatpants and cozy top
Just for a minute I sat on the bed
The pillow called me
The blankets enveloped me.
The world retreated 
Without intent
My mind and body
Left me alone

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Diagnosis: Optimist Who Sees What Is

Diagnosis: Optimist Who Sees What Is

I refuse to be called Pollyanna
with a smile that hides truths.
My eyes twinkle
With star’s possibilities
I refuse to be the extinguisher
Of passions fire.
I choose to reflect what is
To light a room with ideas
I choose to create pathways
That surround smiles with hope.
I accept the intentions of Pollyanna
She sees the past in the stars 
And misses lost friends.
We walk hand in hand accepting.

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About Abbe

Abbe Rolnick grew up in the suburbs of Baltimore, Maryland. Her first major cultural jolt occurred at age 15 when her family moved to Miami Beach, Florida. To find perspective, she climbed the only non-palm tree at her condo complex and wrote what she observed. History came alive with her exposure to Cuban culture. After attending Boston University, she lived in Puerto Rico, where she owned a bookstore. Once Stateside, she capitalized on the knowledge she gained as an independent bookstore owner and worked for one of the finest bookstores, Village Books, in Bellingham, Washington. Once a CEO of a manufacturing firm and owner of a healthy foods café, she is now retired and spends her time writing.

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