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Pulling Strings: Abbe’s Ruminations

This morning at precisely 5:45 am, after a forty- minute swim, I popped out of the pool.  Content that the swimmer in the next lane, finished as well.  He is my morning buddy; one I hardly know.  Once every three or four months, our swims are synchronized. At these times we talk before heading to […]

Cohesion

CohesionI pulled one purple thread From my sweaterAnd watched as the mountain design Unraveled.The purple led to theyellow thread,touching the tipFlattened, collapsed And the blue sky fell.That one thread openedA hole so wide that theGreen grass dissolved.I loved that sweater.RandomThe words floated asNouns, adjectivesMeaningless Without the verb.Like the clangs and bangsOf pots and pansTill the […]

Slow Lane

Slow Lane in the Grocery StoreOnly one cash register of six is openAt the local grocery store.Most of the customers use the self-check.They say it’s quicker as if this was my goal. I prefer the slow laneWhere the checker Maria chats with each of us.She retired from forty years of checking.I miss her Her replacement […]

Bearings without GPS

Bearings without GPSYears ago, I rode my bike everywhere.I knew the backroads.I avoided busy intersections.Then I bought a car and got lost.In my later years I’ve abandoned my car.I walk everywhere.I know the gardens and backroads of my town.I find narrow walkways and see views of the sound.Without a GPSI find my bearings even in […]

Taste Buds

Taste BudsWilted lettuce past its prime, The grounds of coffee used once too many times,The sweetness of honey,Raspberries plucked at their peak,Which do you seek?I shy away from bitter—an After taste, that wastes my buds.I appreciate sea salt on freshly baked cookiesA trick taught to me by my grandkids.Sweet licks of batter with a lick […]

Why Do I Travel?

Why do I travel?I journey to revealWhat is hidden within me.In another country, I observe.Sit quietly in the present.No one knows my past,Or where I have been.In the moment I meet a countrymen I’m a stranger in their land. Greeting someone unique in time and place. The crossroads of culture shared.This is our only moment […]

The Symphony of Life

The Symphony of LifeAs our bones rattleOur blood pulsesOur eyes whisper blinkingAs time moves on.The ringing in our ears Echoes the birds, the buzz ofComputers over bees.Age plays the blues,Th jazz of life improvisedAs time marches on. You can send me comments and inquires at http://www.abberolnick.com Here is more about my new novel.

Generations of Motherhood

Generations of Motherhood : Abbe’s Ruminations May 2025 I didn’t intend to write about Mother’s Day, and in fact my thoughts are more about Grandparents—the wonderful next step in our lives. Once again, I participated in my two grand-daughter’s school event.  I loved seeing the art, the essays, the history summaries, and the attempts at […]

The Hands

Holding HandsDeals have been made with the shaking of a hand.Honor kept by the touching of skin on skin,Eye meeting eyes.A promise valued from a worthy history.When walking hand in handThe offer signals a willingness to trust.A promise to share, give, and understand.Holding hands is a commitment to be treasured.My website has more about my […]

An Unexpected Gift

An Unexpected GiftTake this to warm you.A shawl woven in blue and yellowA hand-me down momentWhere eyes met And women connect.A pebble glistening in the sunRainbows of metallic pastsHoned by the river’s edgeA skipping stoneHeart shaped in time and hope.Lichen, crusty with heather curls,Seasoning the fallen tree,Creeping along the barkTo join with the mossAdornments fashioned […]