Poets’ Corner: Rosemerry For Valentine’s Day
On Valentine’s Day, it all seems so straightforward, so simple: he gives you a little box or a big bouquet, chocolates too maybe; you give him, what?, basketball tickets. Long glance looks over a romantic dinner. But through her words, her pearls, regular contributor (thank heaven), Word Woman Rosemerry Trommer, understands love is not simple. It is a many nuanced thing.
Below, five ways of looking at that fragile reality.
And one for those who like just a little steam in their coffee…
Tonight While I Was Knitting
I imagined pearling
a silk shawl of prayers
generous enough to cover
the whole cold world,
the color of the moon.
So as Not to Overwhelm You
trying to fit it
into a tea cup,
this ocean of love
Sometimes After a Drought
the way the rain
soaks the earth—
not because the earth deserves it
but because it could not help but rain—
that’s how love arrives
After the Horse Nearly Rolls on My Daughter
I tell her, well, if you continue to work with horses,
before long you’ll be kicked and bucked and bit, too.
She smiles solemnly, slips back into her boots.
If only the heart could wear boots, I think,
something to make it feel a little more invincible.
No, I think. It doesn’t work that way. The heart,
though rolled and kicked and bucked and bit,
must never feel invincible. It must always know
it is in terrible danger of being hurt
and return to love anyway.
as you hang
over the edge
of a cliff,
one hand dangling
above the sheer
fled in fear
a great time