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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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
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.
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
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.
Perceptions
Microscopic dots so small
My eyes can’t see
The world within a molecule
With the speed of light
Stars appear years later
Specks from the past
I’m blinded by what I can’t phantom
A microscope
A telescope
A heartscope
My thoughts pleated
By the vast cosmos
The “DOMs”
A pyramid of visions
Kingdom
Serfdom
Freedom
Where life intersects
A perception of top to bottom
Seldom
Brings Wisdom
Random occurrences
Remove one grain of sand
A pebble from the bottom
A domino of chaos
As the pyramid topples
DOMs
Loose their place
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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