In a forest of light, I am drawn to the shadowand feel how darkness,too, is an invitationto wonder. No, the shadow is not my home.Neither is the light.The truest homeis the wonder.| A Hundred Falling Veils
Sometimes in my sleepI walk with you. In the woodsor through the halls of a schoolor once in a cave with turquoise pools.We are almost always laughing.Sometimes we play chase.Only when I wake do I rememberyou are gone. Is it any wonderI like to linger in bed, sometimesfor hours, as if I could touchthe dream […]| A Hundred Falling Veils
At the same timea tree growsin two directions,toward darkness,toward light.Come, look throughthe door of the heart.Do you see how you,too, are made of rootsand leaves?The door opens and opens.Do you see how you,too, are a tree?| A Hundred Falling Veils
There is between us a bridgemade of every door we’velocked, every carpetwe did not lay down,every fear that’s kept usfrom saying hello.I want to notice whatkeeps me from sharingmy side of the bridge with you,want to take that risk,want us to walk toward each otheras through a sparkling skyentranced by the scentof greening all […]| A Hundred Falling Veils
To walk in the woodsis a kind of prayer.Come in on quiet feetand feel how you are notalone. The golden treesare full of eyes.What are those soundsyou cannot name?Whatever is untamedinside you sings along.Dwarfed by awe, you might feel small,but the song says,you are all.| A Hundred Falling Veils
Though you’ve triedto fit intoa thousandsmall boxes,perhaps comesthe day whenyou’re openedby grief or bylove, and yourthoughts unstitchfrom what you knew,and your mindbegins to rhymewith sky, becomesspacious enoughwhole flocksof bluebirdscan fly rightthrough, andfor a time youstop tryingto make senseof things, yousimply yieldto beinga home forthe ecstasyof wings.| A Hundred Falling Veils
What if we could make a room inside our hearts where our beloveds who are no longer physically present could live? What would you put there? What scent would be in it? What tastes? What textures? The title of this poem was inspired by Leigh Gage. “Because My Heart Is Where You Now Dwell” is […]| A Hundred Falling Veils
In the bowl, an oldlemon, shriveledand hard-skinned,Still, when I slice it,the desiccated lemongives whatever brightnessit has left to the glassof water. Oh dried-upyellow teacher,thank you for remindingthis dried-up version of meto value what giftsI have been given,to love the worldenough to givethe gifts back.| A Hundred Falling Veils
Just because it’s a song about a man leaving a womanand realizing he still loves her doesn’t mean it isn’t also a song about a mother and a daughtersinging their hearts out in a car, both of us falling in love with what the human voice can doand what a song can do when two […]| A Hundred Falling Veils
I don’t know how, after your son has died,you go on, she said, and I don’t know either,but this morning, I walked through the field where he used to drive the Gator, pulling hisfriends behind him…| A Hundred Falling Veils
She doesn’t want to wear short sleeves, she says,because they will show her “old woman arms.”Sometimes worry is just another wordfor wanting to be loved just as we are.I want to remind her how her…| A Hundred Falling Veils
10 posts published by Rosemerry during July 2025| A Hundred Falling Veils
There, beside the willows,two white-spotted fawnsclumsily stepped throughtall summer grass,and what rose in methen was such intimateprayer—not the kindwhere I praise or makerequests, but the kind…| A Hundred Falling Veils
a solstice song Nothing to do but open,nothing to do but close,nothing to do but undo,nothing to do but love.Self as wind in the forest,yes, self as both forest and wind,self as unfolding unselfth…| A Hundred Falling Veils
10 posts published by Rosemerry during June 2025| A Hundred Falling Veils
the whole world is burningand the only way to bring it water,the bucket of you| A Hundred Falling Veils
