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.
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Pilgramage
Pilgrimage An attitude of discovery One of grace And humility Finds a place Along the way That stays. No matter the journey Inside or out Sunny or rainy Far or near, Each step Takes you there. The unexpected Accepted Old views Rejected Vision Becomes wisdom Abbe would...
Advice to My Younger Self
You don’t know me yet, but I have been with you forever. Bear with me as I tell you of my discoveries. Stay open without fear of loving. The heart can close but keep it exposed. You will hurt, you will change even as you remain the same. Keep laughing as the muscles...
The Light Said Stop
Red, Yellow, Green Stop, wait, go. But how do you know Inside, when to move forward? No one speaks of stepping back, Reviewing, musing. Caution is seen as being stymied, Stuck by indecision. External Stop Signs Can’t see, think, or hear. Life moves on Even as we try...
Awed by Science: Connections from sky to ocean floor.
Held in celestial skies, The moon pulls. Waves tumble on shores. Sounds vibrate and tingle. Undulation heard through the air, Felt on the skin. Waves of heat scorch the land. Cause water to bubble. All in one Becomes a salute of recognition, To energy Send you...
Even when I’m standing still, I’m moving
Even when I'm standing still, I'm moving. I felt the waves of sound travel through my toes to my head. The sweet tones took me far away to times past. Each note pulled me further along, To a path worn with history. Each century rung through my veins. I pulsed the...
Asleep: Things that go bump in the night
Things that Go Bump in the Night I twist within the covers Where ghosts hover Dream of streams And moon beams. How many loves lost And at what cost? I flounder like a fish Tossed in shallow water. What is out of order? Cracks in a crust Like fault lines rust With...
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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