Try a new blog—poems by Rosemary Wahtoia Trommer

Maybe you like reading poems. Maybe you don’t. Either way, you are likely to find Rosemerry Wahtoia Trommer’s blog a moment of charm in your day.

I don’t look at anybody’s blog every single day, and probably you don’t either. But every now and then I think, “I need a Rosemerry poem.” I flick to her blog and I am never disappointed.

Rosemerry writes about herself, and in the process she shows me myself. She treats herself like an archeology site, scoping the whole location, delicately brushing away layer after layer of soil to reveal something unexpected.

For me, each Rosemerry poem is a dance moving lightly through my world.

Here are a few lines from today’s poem by Rosemerry Wahtoia Trommer—it’s called

Lights Out

We would be tucked into our twin beds,

and dad would sit in the door way.

Every night, he’d tell us a story about a boy

and a girl who were very much

like my brother and me, only they lived

amongst the dinosaurs. I don’t remember

how the stories went, but I remember

how I loved them, how my father’s voice

became part of the night, how everything

always turned out right for the kids

in the story. How much I wanted

to be that girl who rode on a pterodactyl…

(c) Rosemerry Wahtoia Trommer

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