by Abbe Rolnick | Oct 2, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
An Empty House I heard a squeak, under my first step Into the bungalow, Felt a sigh. The walls receded as if They made space for me. A dusty imprint of an old piano told of A time when music played. The floors buckled under the past weight. Light streamed across...
by Abbe Rolnick | Sep 25, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
My HeroesChris with his long unruly locksNow newly cut,Waits for me early in the wee hours of The morning to swim.Even before the sun risesI have a guardian who cares.Weekly I patronize the library Two blocks from my home.Oh, those librarians know me Ready with smiles...
by Abbe Rolnick | Sep 24, 2025 | Abbe's Ruminations
Abbe’s Ruminations September 2025 Some of us come with enate abilities. Born with skills noted at birth—a destroyer who takes apart things and reassembles, a flighty child who dances to music and sings songs, the ones who take playdough and create...
by Abbe Rolnick | Sep 18, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
PianoI practice the scales to limberMy fingers and mind.The language of music, the notesFloat on paper and from the touch of keys.Foreign sounds, bend my ear with chords and syncopation.Held together in harmony.Give me the patience to hear, see, and feelThe songs...
by Abbe Rolnick | Sep 11, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Withering WeatherI’d rather battle the wind, rain,And gusts of blown leaves and branchesThan the storms of angst against Than the storms of angst against The world we know.Why is the mind wiseAnd stubborn, letting the Heart skip rhythms?The wind comes from the...
