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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Shade
A canopy shades my eyes as the sun warms my arms.
I’m planted within the realm of duality.
Part in and part out.
I scan the garden greenery,
Delight in the heathers, the apple green of shiny new leaves.
The pale velvet lambs’ ear, against the vibrant peas and spinach.
In contrast the Ginkgo rises next to the shaking aspen,
Green flags waving in the breeze.
The depth of color declaratory with its array,
Assertive with distinction of spectrums.
Intermingles with perspectives.
Black and white, gray areas,
Shade still born, fixed in light or darkness.
The shadow echoes what is, void of passion
Reflections minus thirst. Twilight.
I enter the full sunlight, my entirety planted in green.
Moon
Midnight blue holds a full moon
Starry night that pulls me in
A spell of enchantments
A tug of hope
A wave of sparkles
A receding curtain
Ending days to
Bring in dreams
I feel the twinkle of stars on my lashes
Rainbow rings around an illuminated sphere,
Color my fears and quells my beating heart.
I sense the ocean swells of sea creatures
Deep below the surface.
Night time versus Daytime
Dark and Light
Give me night
To spread my wings
Give me day
To make a mark
I live between the full moon
And the rising sun
Enchanted
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.
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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