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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No Need to Explain

No Need to Explain

Define me by
What I am
Not based on desires
Give credence
to my acts
Frame my face with curls
Unruly waves
Eyes that see
A voice of exuberance
An elastic heart
With space beyond my size
Ignore comparisons
That only create holes.
Forget definitions
Like labels
That is not me.

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Abbe’s Ruminations – June 2022

Abbe’s Ruminations – June 2022

I remember my first walkabout with my blanky in tow and the assured waddle of a toddler ready to conquer the world. Graduating to circling the block of our suburban home, again alone, as I moved from toddler to surefooted preteen. The world was mine as I viewed lawns neatly mowed, piles in yards of discarded lives.  I was known to wave and unbeknownst to me, the friendly gossip chain, noted my whereabouts and dutifully reported back to my parents.

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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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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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