Abbe Rolnick's Blog: Abbe's Notes, page 27
December 16, 2021
Oblivious
Sunburnt rhododendrons
Curled brown edges
Scorched by sun’s heat
Two bunnies sitting on the road
Neither knew where to go
Munch munch
One scattered
No matter
Munch munch
The other froze in the heat.
December 9, 2021
The Point
Thoughts narrowed
to form
An upside-down “V”
Honed to fineness
To draw a line of distinction
What is the point if there is
No change
No difference
Only narrowing
Extinction
December 2, 2021
Rain On My Parade
Light rain mists my day.
Cloudy with no chance of sun
A pot of pinto beans boils
Comfort food to sustain.
Dreams that come true
On a steady diet of patience
I teeter on dizzy news of recognition.
Leary that success will
Drain my creative juices
Let it rain with a calm sense of humility.
A Pitter patter of new stories
Visions revitalized toward new paths.
November 25, 2021
Wind
I watched the quaking Aspen,
Shudder next to the swaying red Japanese maple.
Same wind but the green flashes shook
My will
And the red whisps lulled
My heart
A mirror of turmoil
A contrast of duality
Nature presents
My insides
Displayed with full color
Texture and depth.
I watched as the wind carried me off.
November 18, 2021
Taking Flight
Is it the heat of passion
That propels the heart
To heal wounds that tear
One apart?
Or the tears of life’s
humanity that reveal
Our internal rife?
Scorched by the sun’s rays
Birds cower, flowers shrivel
under a leaf’s shade
an umbrella seeking a drizzle
Temporary relief from burning issues
A reprieve of the mind
That cries for rescues.
I spread my arms out wide.
Shadow wings flap
Circular currents of energy
Encircle the wind, unwrap
The knot that holds me taut.
Off in flight
I soar without a thought.
November 11, 2021
Name Me
Know my name,
For I am here
waiting in silence
to be acknowledged.
I belong,
but without a name
I don’t exist.
Know my name,
for I am of you
and you are of me.
I belong,
with shared needs
I voice my will,
so you can survive.
November 4, 2021
Fossilized
I see fish and birds as one
Mammals that walk and swim
Leftover body parts
Remnants of how we flew or swam.
And how we’ll take off in flights.
A monkey tail to twirl over head
Epoch leaps fossilized.
October 28, 2021
Flights of Fancy
Close your eyes and spread your arms
Swing your hips and turn around
Let the music take you to the clouds
And beyond the stars.
Defy the pulls of gravitation
The serious matters of societal pressures
Two-steps, and dosie- does, tap to lift off
Where the air is thin, and the horizons extend.
Beyond the know
Is wonder
Elegant leaps of faith
To the impossible
Pirouette in revolutions
That spin ideas of imagination
Let the music cushion your return
A slow dance to ground you.
October 21, 2021
Masks
I mask my feelings
With a smile that doesn’t extend past my lips
I brush my eye lashes with dark mascara
To accentuate my openness.
I mask my insecurity
With simple words that sound profound
I twist my hair into a high ponytail
To gather my courage.
I mask my love
With blankets that warm the core
I curl in along your length
To calm my heart
And still death calls
With a baritone voice that trembles
I ride the notes, a breath at a time
To be in tune.
My mask is unveiled.
A forgery that fools no one.
I swim in naked tears
To smooth the way
Until the day I can reveal
My raw self without shivers
I dream of caravans that carry memories
Past the present to the future.
October 14, 2021
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.
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