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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Into the Light
Nimble Jack, jumping over the candle stick
Feared the flame, the burning lick
He knew nothing of passion
His life fashioned
On his skill of avoidance
The flicker of romance
Hidden by acrobatics
Going for the dramatic
All the while the flame
Flickered his name
Stand still
Use your will
I’ll give you sight
Look into the light.
Shoo-fly
A fly knows not where it lands
Flits off with the slightest movement
Shoo-fly don’t bother me.
A bee hovers
An ant scurries
A spider spins
Confused the bee and ant find
The hummingbird feeder
the sweet end awaits
as they fall
in the spider’s web.
Aging Young
Sharp, inquisitive, wise
The mind wonders at
The fragility of the bones
The aches and pains.
Too young to be old
With more to explore
The body wonders about the mind
That weighs it down with memories
Too old to be young
Content to rest as one.
Epilogue
He knew each of us
Loved us for who we were.
He embraced all ways
True love doesn’t rob another of their essence.
Sunning
The exact spot where the sun shines
The wind pauses
Words flow
A bird perched
On a fragile branch
Hidden in plain view
An observer
Of two-footed creatures
Who amble below
You sit with sun’s warmth
A respite
All your own.
Lost Soul
Lost soul, where did you go?
Tethered to another
You hide.
I see you in glimpses.
Peeking out
Free of worry
Free of consequences.
Lost soul, why retreat?
Words unspoken
You hide.
I see glimpses
Of old sparks
Worry lines
Crease your brow.
Lost soul, a retreat
Isn’t defeat.
Fertilize the emptiness
Seeds will flourish
I await in your solitude.
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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