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Nancy Trembley Poem
I soar across a summer sky
Singing softly as I fly.
My feathers flutter on the wind.
This invisible gas whipping and whirling around me,
Wings unfurled.
Not a care in the world looking for food.
Just doing what I do.
Looking down from on high
With my bird’s eye view.
Wondering who I am and why.
Just being in the moment.
Drifting and floating on an uplift of air,
The mechanics of my body beyond me.
I don’t care.
I’m just a bird.
Copyright © Nancy Trembley | Year Posted 2025
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It’s a beautiful sunny warm October morning.
Unusually warm for this time of year in Saint Paul, Minnesota.
I’ve decided to drain the pool.
The sun flickers beautifully off the water.
The wind blows and the wind chime chimes.
I’m happy and grateful for this day.
I’m melancholy too.
The cold is coming, it’s inevitable.
You feel it and smell it in the early mornings and evenings.
I have the pool net for cleaning and as the light flickers and the water trickles like music with the wind and chimes accompanying.
I sift leaves and debris out of the sadly shallow pool reminiscing about the bountiful moments of joy and laughter with my lovely grandchildren.
The too short summer.
Remembering their sweet faces often happily dirty with food and popsicle remnants and other mystery stuff.
As I sift and reminisce.
I look into the net only to find a rather large and rather dead grasshopper.
I feel sad for this guy.
This little being. Who probably desperately needed a drink of water. Only to find the thing he needs to sustain him now kills him.
I’m deep in thought.
Completely in the moment.
I’m sad.
But I have to move on.
The cold is inevitable.
I cannot think about a grasshopper.
Copyright © Nancy Trembley | Year Posted 2025
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My favorite little furry friends.
So, cunning, curious and quick.
Amazing to me their agility.
They’ve been here for an eternity, forty million years.
Not only have they escaped extinction but thrive among us in the tens of billions.
They mostly go unnoticed, ignored, hiding in plain sight.
But if you care to look closer maybe you will see.
They are friendly, funny and familiar.
And they’re very smart.
They remember each individual face of us.
Especially when you offer them a tasty peanut.
Amazingly they take the morsel, from your hand,
Delicately, gently and sweet.
My favorite sight is when they beg
Standing on two furry funny feet.
Looking sideways in my sliding glass door.
Hoping endlessly for a yummy delicious treat.
Copyright © Nancy Trembley | Year Posted 2025
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Humanity has become intelligent enough
To create scientifically advanced mechanics
To annihilate life.
Yet, not smart enough
To keep their fingers off
The buttons of mass destruction.
That’s why we see almost every day now
The aliens here to protect us
From ourselves.
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A book is a beautiful thing to me.
From the moment, I could read I was hooked.
A happy memory from childhood I’ll never forget.
When I first learned to read simple books,
My mother signed me up for a book club for children.
Once a month it would come in the mail.
I would madly rip the cardboard mailing container,
And inside that bland skin, the most beautiful thing,
That I waited so patiently for,
Was finally here!
I would devour each page over and over.
And then the very next day I would sit on the stoop.
I would wait and wait, exactly twenty-nine days.
That little girl not understanding not comprehending
The amount of time, the amount of waiting.
But honestly probably, knowing that girl,
It wouldn’t have mattered, she wouldn’t have cared.
The waiting was part of the whole beautiful process.
Like a sentinel at a gate of make-believe and knowledge.
Waiting to receive a glorious heavenly vessel of ecstasy
In the form of words and pictures sandwiched and bound.
The feeling in my little, eight year olds, hands so proud.
I’ve always loved the smell of books, not only of the books themselves,
But especially those magnificent magical buildings that house them.
This childhood memory so distant now
But no less special or profound.
Because for me
A book is a beautiful thing.
Copyright © Nancy Trembley | Year Posted 2025
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My father passed.
I wanted him to stay but god won.
I can’t complain.
We had him longer than we could have thought.
He was awesome!
He was my friend.
He was the best father a girl could have had
Right to the end.
I miss him so.
I cried so hard.
And then really loud, not me, but in my head.
He played for me our favorite piece Pachelbel’s Canon in D.
It was overloud but good.
It calmed me.
The music petted me and held me close.
Yes now, you know.
The undulating and waxing and waning.
High tide low tide.
This horrible necessary wave of knowing.
You want to so much, but you cannot hide.
Eventually this cruel acceptance slowly leaks inside.
And what’s left, I will take, the willingness to know.
That what I have left is the chance.
I might maybe see him again.
I can only hope.
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I was nervous it’s been a long time since I’ve done this.
We met at a public space, simple,
The building the epitome of modernity.
It was light and clean inside,
Uncluttered, which is why he stood out,
Like a beautiful gem in a sparkly display case.
I looked him over too obviously, my interest unhidden,
Worn on my sleeve.
I approached him slowly,
Sipping in his good looks entirely.
Hoping so much the personality inside
Reflects this outer first impression.
Once we were in near proximity.
Once we were close to each other.
I tentatively, and almost sneakily, stroked him.
So, unusual for this type of first meeting.
Feelings were growing so quickly it surprised me.
Eventually I couldn’t leave without a commitment.
I’ve never experienced
This knee jerk gut punch type of reaction.
I was fully sold and completely all in.
I don’t regret what I know to be true.
It was love at first sight Mr. 2025 Subaru.
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Why do you hurt me every time we meet?
The things you say
Are so hurtful and detrimental.
I try so hard to be understanding.
You’re so abusive
So, demanding.
You make me promises
That always fall through.
Your honesty is awful
And mostly true.
Why do you hurt me so?
Why do I keep coming back?
I can’t stop looking.
It’s like a train wreck.
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My dearest Hannah
Her name a palindrome.
Her pure heart so loving and smart.
Being with her is so comforting like coming home.
She makes me laugh we have such fun.
Her face her eyes her smile
Sometimes are all I have.
And like a palindrome
Her love for me is always the same.
And the consistency
That I know I’ll never be alone.
She was once my daughter
But is now my mother.
I’m ok with that.
As I feel the certainty
She’ll always be here happily willingly
To take care of me.
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I don’t recognize this container I’m in.
Where did it come from and when?
It happened overnight, I thought I had time.
I thought I had braced myself for this inevitable transition.
But when the obvious became real
I was still caught off guard
Not willing now to sanction this transmutation.
It’s frustrating being forced to accept these changes.
I never agreed, show me where and when I signed up for it!
My mind tricked me.
The way I think is childlike and silly.
But the other day I went to scratch my head, and what I saw on my arms,
Made me feel scammed and caused me dread!
The fish scale, wrinkles and hanging muscles.
These can’t be my arms they’re my grandmothers.
I looked closer at this organism
And was astonished to find so many areas falling behind.
Where are the protocols in place to prevent this?
Where are the protocolist, The manufacturers warranties,
And general implements and installments.
I paid in all my life
And this is the assurance my insurance gives me.
Damn, I wish I would have read the small print.
Copyright © Nancy Trembley | Year Posted 2025
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