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Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer is a poet, teacher, speaker and writing facilitator who co-hosts Emerging Form, a podcast on creative process. Her daily audio series, The Poetic Path, is on the Ritual app. Her poems have appeared on A Prairie Home Companion, PBS News Hour, O Magazine, American Life in Poetry, and Carnegie Hall stage. Her recent collections are All the Honey and The Unfolding. In 2024, she became poet laureate for Evermore, helping others explore grief and love through poetry. Since 2006, she’s written a poem a day, sharing them on her blog, A Hundred Falling Veils. One-word mantra: Adjust. (Source)

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Poems by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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Watching My Friend Pretend Her Heart Is Not Breaking by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

“How dense it is, / how it carries inside it the memory of collapse. / How difficult it is to move then. / How impossible to believe that anything / could lift that weight.” — Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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Misty by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

"I worry I can no longer pretend / enough to get through another / year of pretending..." — Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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Where We Are Headed by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

"At first we just say flower. How / thrilling it is to name."
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Talking To My Son Before Sleep by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

"I want to be buoyant enough / to carry all of love’s weight." — Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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Still Life At Dusk by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

"All day you’ve been linked by / the light, but now that darkness / gathers the world in a great black tide, / your shadow leaves you to join / the sea of all other shadows." — Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Poems curated by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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[You darkness, that I come from,] by Rainer Maria Rilke

“But the darkness pulls in everything: / shapes and fires, animals and myself, / how easily it gathers them! — ” — Rainer Maria Rilke