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INTO THE DARK AGAIN by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

 Here we are, entering into the longest nights of the year…

Though we have created our world so that we might have light all the time, the darkness still finds its way into our psyche, into our soul. What a gift it is to wrestle with ourselves, though it doesn’t always feel like a gift.

There are two poems that radically shifted my own perception of darkness: Rumi’s “Night Goes Back” and Rilke’s “You Darkness.” In both of the poems, the poets declare to the night and the dark, “I love you.” I remember at first being shocked by this, but perhaps that shock is part of what helped to cut a door into darkness that I, too, could eventually walk through. 

Into the Dark Again
by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Dark and getting darker—
nothing to do but to make of the body
a home for darkness,
to open every secret drawer
where we hide our private darknesses.
Who knows what might happen then?
How immeasurable we are. It is only
terrifying until it becomes freedom.
Grace comes in the strangest costumes.
Did you really think you didn’t need help?
This night, stay awake.
Some things we can see no other way.


Western Slope Poet Laureate  Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's  poetry has appeared in O Magazine, in back alleys, on A Prairie Home Companion and in her children’s lunch boxes. Her most recent collection is “The Less I Hold.” She’s taught poetry for Think 360, Craig Hospital, Hospice, Ah Haa School for the Arts, Weehawken Arts, Camp Coca Cola, and many other organizations. She served as San Miguel County’s first poet laureate and directed the Telluride Writers Guild for 10 years. She has won the Fischer Prize, has twice won the Writer’s Studio Literary Contest, won the Dwell Press Solstice Prize, was a finalist for the Colorado Book Award, and has been nominated three times for a Pushcart Prize. She curates “Heard of Poets,” an interactive poetry map of Western Colorado poets. Since 1999, she’s performed with Telluride’s seven-woman acappella group, Heartbeat, and since 2006, she’s written a poem a day. Her MA is in English Language and Linguistics. Favorite one-word mantra: AdjustVisit her website here for ideas about writing, and to read her daily poems click here. 


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