Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

No matter where you live on the Western Slope, chances are there’s a poet living near you who you’ve never met. And chances are you’re not in the 7 percent of US citizens who has read a poem in the last year. But that’s all about to change. Welcome to Heard of Poets, a site that highlights a poem by a different Western Slope poet each week and brings the literary landscape to life. Curated by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Western Slope Poet Laureate (2015-2017), the project is designed to bring you poems from your back yard by people who you just might bump into while walking down the street. And why is this a good idea? Well, as Juan Felipe Herrera, poet laureate of the United States, said recently, poems help us “notice things that are almost impossible to take into account if we do not stop our rush through our precious life.” And as Trommer says, “Reading poems can really shake things up—it’s an invitation to see ourselves and the world in a new 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 dozens of institutions, including Think 360, The Aesthetic Education Institute of Colorado, Hospice, Ah Haa School for the Arts, Weehawken Arts, and Camp Coca Cola. She served as San Miguel County’s first poet laureate and directed the Telluride Writers Guild for 10 years. She performs with Telluride’s seven-woman acappella group, Heartbeat, and since 2005, she’s written a poem a day and now posts them on Her books, performance schedule, and exercises for your own writing endeavors can be found at Favorite one-word mantra: Adjust.


  1. Pam Uschuk

    Thanks for the poetry map, Rosemerry! This is a wonderful idea. Besides all of us pinned on the map, there are hundreds of others here on the Western Slope, crafting words and song in this beautiful, high and wild land. Kierstin’s poem makes my morning as I watch sun call out the ravens to fly above the brilliant flight of falling leaves. Wonderful poem!

  2. Kierstin Bridger

    Thank you Pam! This is such a tribute and inspiration to be landlocked with such fine poets. You are so right, there are many unmarked points of lyric and light, so many word scramblers waiting to be discovered like a treasure map! This is a skin, a 1st layer, a held place for further discovery.

  3. Lauren

    “a black lab and eleven trout”… Falling away, but the world is a better place with Poetry and Rosemerry. Thanks.

  4. Phil Lanning

    Failing daylight cues the copper coach lights. Am I the failing daylight, or, the copper coach lights.? I need to answer that in my own poetry. Thanks for the inspiration, Bruce Berger. Thank you, friends of the Western slope.!

  5. Alya

    Thank you Rosemerry – am thrilled to be on the sheets between the words of Colorado poets. Love A
    ps any poets coming to the Aspen/Carbondale area give me a shout it you would like to perform, meet up. I’d love that.

  6. Phil Lanning

    I love that this poetry makes you read at a certain speed to start out, then slowly builds up, until it slows you down again, to the cadence where, you feel it, you feel, you.

    1. Rosemerry

      Phil, I love that you are such a good reader. Thank you so much for joining in the conversation over here a few states away, but so close, so close … Rosemerry

  7. Phil Lanning

    Jean Bower – a lovely poem to visualize. You, poetically strolling in the swirl of minty air, I dare say, a way to stop time, with a laugh and a dance.

  8. Phil Lanning

    David Newton Baker has gathered all my senses together to enjoy this poem.! I strive to write of nature this eloquently. Often, I have stopped in the woods or along a steam to admire the smallest of plants. Sat with that plant for awhile, encouraged it to grow. This poem does that for me. And it is a poem that sounds wonderful when read aloud. Two hands a-waving.!

  9. francie

    SUCH a beautiful way to describe that ineffable feeling of launching a child adored.

  10. Phil Lanning

    I need some of that mountain medicine that John Nelson writes about. The gentle swaying on horseback reminds me of trail riding here in Ohio, just at a much lower altitude. I do know the wild and John has reminded me to seek it out. Thank you John Nelson.

  11. David

    Such a wonderful way to journey across the Western Slope of Colorado. Great site, ever changing, like the light adjusting to the contours of our homes.

  12. Phil Lanning

    Rebecca Mullen – wonderful.! Earth level is my level, the best stuff is right under my feet. Thanks for reminding me.

  13. Phil Lanning

    Ahh, Rose. You are a still-rising star. No net can wrangle you yet. Watching a falling star, then, where did it go.? Is it able to fall again, for another dreamer, another singer, another poet.? Cast the net, back into the sky, let the fallen stars be free.

  14. Eduardo Rey Brummel

    Corinne Platt:
    Your poem, especially the closing stanza, reminds me of (again) the closing lines of, Desiderata, “…with all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.” I reckon, therefore, that even when Trump is POTUS, it nevertheless, nonetheless will still remain a beautiful world, riddled with magick and other random (and sometime not so random) acts of kindness.

    On a final, more personal note: I was in the audience for last year’s Literary Burlesque. Hope to see you, again, this coming year.
    Brightest blessings,
    Eduardo Rey Brummel

  15. Peggy Markham

    Barbara: this poem that you wrote, Fault Lines, is speaking to all of us. Your poetry is sizzling with complexity and message. I find myself reading it over and over. But then you know, I am a “Fordie Fan”!! Peggy Markham

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