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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The Story
Thoughts meander
Along past roads
Ones taken up steep hills
The scramble to arrive at the top
And see paths not taken.
The plateau evens the calls
Aged, we hand over the baton
To the young comers
The future never ends
As pages turn
To another chapter.
Oblivious
Sunburnt rhododendrons
Curled brown edges
Scorched by sun’s heat
Two bunnies sitting on the road
Neither knew where to go
Munch munch
One scattered
No matter
Munch munch
The other froze in the heat.
The Point
Thoughts narrowed
to form
An upside-down “V”
Honed to fineness
To draw a line of distinction
What is the point if there is
No change
No difference
Only narrowing
Extinction
Rain On My Parade
Light rain mists my day.
Cloudy with no chance of sun
A pot of pinto beans boils
Comfort food to sustain.
Dreams that come true
On a steady diet of patience
I teeter on dizzy news of recognition.
Leary that success will
Drain my creative juices
Let it rain with a calm sense of humility.
A Pitter patter of new stories
Visions revitalized toward new paths.
Wind
I watched the quaking Aspen,
Shudder next to the swaying red Japanese maple.
Same wind but the green flashes shook
My will
And the red whisps lulled
My heart
A mirror of turmoil
A contrast of duality
Nature presents
My insides
Displayed with full color
Texture and depth.
I watched as the wind carried me off.
Taking Flight
Is it the heat of passion
That propels the heart
To heal wounds that tear
One apart?
Or the tears of life’s
humanity that reveal
Our internal rife?
Scorched by the sun’s rays
Birds cower, flowers shrivel
under a leaf’s shade
an umbrella seeking a drizzle
Temporary relief from burning issues
A reprieve of the mind
That cries for rescues.
I spread my arms out wide.
Shadow wings flap
Circular currents of energy
Encircle the wind, unwrap
The knot that holds me taut.
Off in flight
I soar without a thought.
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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