Big (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)

Big (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)

Big poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer


This is, perhaps, the year to learn to be big.
Spruce tree big. Cliffside big. Big as mesa,
as mountain lake. Big as in cosmos, as in love.
Being small has never served me— constricting,
contorting, trying to fit into a room, into shoes,
into a name. Let this be the year to escape all those little
rules with those little shoulds, all those little
cages with their little locks. Time to make of myself
a key, time to lean into immensity. Time to supersize
communion, time to grow beyond self. Time to
open, to unwall, to do as the universe does,
accelerating as it expands, not rushing toward
something else, but changing the scale of space itself.

by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

(paintings by Polly Castor)

I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.


  1. John gregory 2 years ago

    These are lovely…..
    Get big!

  2. Gillian 2 years ago

    I just LOVE this Polly – thank you …. and the paintings, too!

  3. Sue Krevitt 2 years ago

    Ex—pan–sive poetry!

    Makes me breathe deeply….stretch…..relaxxxxx.

    Thank you.
    (I Enjoy the bright and happy painting, too!)

  4. Mary Jo Beebe 2 years ago

    The poet and the artist–leaning into expansive feeling. The result so beautiful! The paintings are glorious!

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