Abbe Rolnick's Blog: Abbe's Notes, page 23
June 23, 2022
Potholes in Our Hearts
An Abundance of snow
Melts and creates a hole
Inevitable freezing and shrinking
How do you fill this void?
The cold look of a lover
The passion seeking forgiveness
Frayed edges
Stuffed with
An excess of caution
An excess of money
An excess of fruit
An excess of desire
An excess of need
Wisdom
Says moderation
I say fill to the brim
And spread the joy
Spread the love
Let the holes open
The heart wide
And begin again.
June 16, 2022
A Toast of Life
The grapes ripened
The vintner harvested
The wine maker crushed
The distributor delivered
The store sold
You drank
The labor of the farmer
The sun kissed berry
The toiled soil
The fruit of life.
June 9, 2022
Painting
Watercolors
Float
Wet on wet
Cauliflower
Spread
A field of
Wildflowers
Dampen between
Green flicks of grasses
A mirage of sky
Sunkissed from below
Each stroke an illusion
June 2, 2022
Responsibility
My juice spilled
I didn’t touch it
Honest
Juice fairies appeared out of thin air
They tipped my glass
Yes, I know and the mother fairies
Clipped their wings
No more magic
Until the spill is cleaned.
May 26, 2022
Abbe’s Ruminations – May 2022
The saying starting from scratch, reminds me of the time I baked chocolate-chip cookies and for some reason (adding too many eggs, or baking powder) what appeared from the oven was one large cookie. I renamed the product a chocolate-chip cake and it was delicious. Another time I baked brownies and forgot the eggs. Yes, I renamed the flat pan of chocolate, fudge, and doled out squares and placed them atop a mound of vanilla ice cream.
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A Nap
I slipped off my work clothes
Relaxed the body
Donned the sweatpants and cozy top
Just for a minute I sat on the bed
The pillow called me
The blankets enveloped me.
The world retreated
Without intent
My mind and body
Left me alone
May 19, 2022
Diagnosis: Optimist Who Sees What Is
I refuse to be called Pollyanna
with a smile that hides truths.
My eyes twinkle
With star’s possibilities
I refuse to be the extinguisher
Of passions fire.
I choose to reflect what is
To light a room with ideas
I choose to create pathways
That surround smiles with hope.
I accept the intentions of Pollyanna
She sees the past in the stars
And misses lost friends.
We walk hand in hand accepting.
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May 12, 2022
Perceptions
Microscopic dots so small
My eyes can’t see
The world within a molecule
With the speed of light
Stars appear years later
Specks from the past
I’m blinded by what I can’t phantom
A microscope
A telescope
A heartscope
My thoughts pleated
By the vast cosmos
May 5, 2022
The “DOMs”
A pyramid of visions
Kingdom
Serfdom
Freedom
Where life intersects
A perception of top to bottom
Seldom
Brings Wisdom
Random occurrences
Remove one grain of sand
A pebble from the bottom
A domino of chaos
As the pyramid topples
DOMs
Loose their place
April 28, 2022
A Meal for the Soul
A slice of warm homemade bread
A cup of hot cider
White cheese, a bowl of soup
A hand offered
A book read
A listening ear
A word of encouragement.
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