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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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.
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
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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