Abbe Rolnick's Blog: Abbe's Notes

Firefly, firefly

Firefly, FireflyOh, so bright You spread your wingsAnd Sing. You shine a light for me A spark in the dark of night.I wonder where you areAs the moon leavesAnd the sun rises.Do you disappear or become a star?Firefly, Firely,Why must you die?Why do I seek you?What do I hide?For your light is eternal If I […]

An Empty House

An Empty House I heard a squeak, under my first step Into the bungalow, Felt a sigh. The walls receded as if  They made space for me. A dusty imprint of an old piano told of A time when music played. The floors buckled under the past weight. Light streamed across the room Where someone […]

My Heroes

My HeroesChris with his long unruly locksNow newly cut,Waits for me early in the wee hours of The morning to swim.Even before the sun risesI have a guardian who cares.Weekly I patronize the library Two blocks from my home.Oh, those librarians know me Ready with smiles and books to share. At the Safeway, one checker, […]

The Package of You

Abbe’s Ruminations September 2025 Some of us come with enate abilities.  Born with skills noted at birth—a destroyer who takes apart things and reassembles,  a flighty child who dances to music and sings songs, the ones who take playdough and create animals with horns, scales, wings, and the one who paints the walls with images […]

Piano

PianoI practice the scales to limberMy fingers and mind.The language of music, the notesFloat on paper and from the touch of keys.Foreign sounds, bend my ear with chords and syncopation.Held together in harmony.Give me the patience to hear, see, and feelThe songs locked within. I would love to hear your thoughts. You can email me […]

Withering Weather

Withering WeatherI’d rather battle the wind, rain,And gusts of blown leaves and branchesThan the storms of angst against Than the storms of angst against The world we know.Why is the mind wiseAnd stubborn, letting the Heart skip rhythms?The wind comes from the waterSpraying my face.No one sees the tears of Disgrace.Lands that I love, I […]

My Dog

My DogMy dog named, Nada,Meant everything to me.Nada is Spanish for “nothing”.And within the hole of zero The door opens to infinity.Seeing through to the Vastness of love.A glimpse everlasting.I'd love to hear your comments. I'm at http://www.abberolnick.com

Normal

NormalDoesn’t existPoured into a mixOf all people we knowIt becomes an equationOf all the differencesDeviations, brillianceAveraged togetherThe sum of which doesn’t exist.I'd like to hear your thoughts. You can find me at http://www.abberolnick.com

Twisted Like a Pretzel

Twisted like a PretzelI meditate with pretzeled armsHands folded against my browLegs crisscrossed, squared in a yogi box.With each breath,I travel down and upRetrieving perspective.Seeking Sanity. Within me, a river flowsThrough convoluted bends.Pours into the ocean ofMy soul.Returns from the mountains,Peaks of past triumphsTo fall as rain.Tears carry the salt Of voyages, danger, adventureAnd repercussions.Stilled, […]

Travel In Place

Travel In Place Abbe’s Ruminations August 2025 I believe that travel is an emotional journey.  I don’t have to go far to experience the awe of discovery. This week I traveled with my sister and brother-in-law to the Filson Manufacturing Plant, in the basement of the headquarters and retail shop in Seattle, Washington, just twenty […]