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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Horsetails
Insidious towers that line the edges of the woods
Pointed tips grow tall
Inches measured in seconds.
Soldiers seeking to gain more territory.
They snuck across the edge as rains
Created a moss carpeted lawn.
I caught the horsetails peeking out.
I had no choice but to
mow them down.
Being
You are what you become.
Each moment a century of pasts
Built upon layers
Like no other
You transform your perceptions
Each action anoints the future
Pathways lined
In golden jewels
You become what you are
Moon Shadow
Mr. Moon
You rise above
The sky with rounds of light
Spreading joy through the night.
You disappear as days dawn,
But if we rise before your retreat
A shadow remains
A wisp of faded smiles
A breakfast treat.
Moon shadow where you go
Nobody knows.
Emoji
Woodpeckers tap to attract.
Bees buzz sweet intentions.
Once we had no words to explain.
We drew pictures on the walls of caves.
Stories of animals, the sun, moon, and weather.
Clues of battles, what had passed.
Advanced with vocabulary, thoughts of possibilities,
Now, with time on our hands.
We reduce communication,
To the Emoji
Bells Toll
A traveler’s bell.
Rings in the culture
Of hope and promise
A shield against assumptions
Tokens of significance.
When the wind blows
Bells chime in sync with
The swaying leaves,
Soft notes like bird chirps
Signals of sun’s rise and set.
Nature’s prompts
Define the journey into
uncharted territory.
A warm welcome
For the wayward.
Breathe
Deep in the recess of my brain
I search within the silence,
To the hum of thoughts.
Connections warmed by time.
Nature’s creation
Chaotic discord of visions
Misaligned.
I grasp at contrary apparitions.
Spirit sentiments that disappear,
With my touch.
Nothing to hold,
They twirl in between,
Pockets of air.
Breathe
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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