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Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: Meadow
Walking through tall grass
on a narrow path, my fingers
spread wide to pull through the seedheads.
As if to touch is to be touched.
As if, with open palms,
I could pull this beauty
inside me and carry it with me
until I give it to you—
as if I could somehow
slip a whole meadow into your pocket
so you could unfold it anytime
and wander through grass
as high as your chest
and feel how the vastness
reminds us who we are.
Copyright 2024 Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer is a poet, teacher and storyteller. Her many books and recordings include All the Honey (Samara Press, 2023). She lives with her husband and daughter in Placerville, Colorado, on the banks of the wild and undammed San Miguel River.
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Such an exquisite and needed reminder. Thank you so much for this.
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Yes, Rosemerry’s poems are magic spells that call out the good.
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Oh, how I love this expansive poem, Rosemerry! How blessed we are to live on this earth and to have poets like you sing about it ❤️🌿
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This poems opens my heart and a world in a past I barely remember. I can smell that grass.
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Thank you. I am catching the scent of the tall grass. Such a needed break.
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How lovely! Thanks Barbara.
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I agree with Sean and you, Michael: this is a perfect, *perfect* poem! Thank you Rosemerry!
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Thanks, Laure-Anne! Your poems are perfect too…
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Rosemerry:
its so perfect, this poem, and fills my heart with my own world as the drought abates and the tides of grass return from winter absence. We will move the cows this morning, 5 herds, and I will think to watch when they come into a field made new again to them by time, wetness, and light—how they seek out and find every new little thing to eat as you herein ask we imbibe with our eyes and become no less full.
I will think of this because of you.
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Thank you, Sean. You are America’s leading pastoral poet.
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Michael: You are too kind! We don’t have many, but there are others. You’d love John Dofflemyer in Lemon Cove, CA. He is a wonderful “Existential Pastoralist” in the Kaweah Mountains near Visalia. He makes a chapbook every year to bring to Elko, they are of fabulous quality—“Dry Crik Press,” and I have a number of them he’s given me.
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Thanks, Sean. I wasn’t aware of this.
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