April 8, 2019
by Abigail Gronway
a
gentle
hum
somewhere
interrupts
the still-
ness
of a
lonely night,
and threatens to
distract me
from my
thoughts
of you.
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November 13, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
Her life had overturned, become a sort of hell;
The devil lost her soul, but sought her mind to claim.
Once happy, now ensnared inside a secret cell,
Played by her tormenter as if it were a game.
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October 31, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
My laps for exercise were done,
So I let the water hold me,
Felt the rise and fall as breathing
Filled and emptied out my airways.
Conscience tried in vain to scold me,
For I would not idle linger,
But a moment only savor
All to me the world bequeathing.
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October 18, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
The world is often merciless,
And loved ones dispense hate.
But you, my angel, came to me,
And I became your refugee.
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October 15, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
As clouds cannot one moment hold their form,
So life moves on through weariness and mirth,
And death is more significant than birth.
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October 10, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
welcome
October
morning
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October 9, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
pale-pink flowers in autumn—
who knew
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October 8, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
excited
chatter above me—
treetop songs
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October 5, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
could
i duties
leave
voice
were not
noisy
speed
away to a
quiet
dream
retreat
alone
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October 4, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
I didn’t mean to be found there
huddled in the corner—
red face and swollen eyes
were to have been protected by
the darkness….
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October 3, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
Orange, yellow, white
Milk of cow or goat
Made within the mold
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October 1, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
I wish to be with you tonight—
When evening sky has darkness thrust,
While you and I are still robust;
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September 23, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
I love to eat
It is no lie
On wheat or rye
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September 20, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
To condescend
Is not unkind,
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September 19, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
Some people
come into our lives
and we hardly know
they are there.
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September 12, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
You wore a scarlet letter
At first I could not see
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September 11, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
Any emotion
may be expressed
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September 9, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
A substitute teacher came today
Your absence to fill
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September 8, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
Passion’s precious gift
Exchanged between you and me
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September 6, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
Each evening as the sun goes down
I draw the blinds and pull down the covers
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September 4, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
If we were not by hands unseen
Unshackled from temerity
Imagine how things might have been
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September 2, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
The game we started off to play last spring
Seemed innocent enough to me at first.
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September 1, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
Be still, my soul! Keep silent.
You roaring waves, lie down.
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August 31, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
A pretend wife am I—
My body belongs to you
But another man claims my soul
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August 29, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
So cold
yet I burn
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August 28, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
Who sees the heat that in my core
Has made me burn and boil and sore,
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August 25, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
Don’t know about tomorrow
Today’s the only day that matters
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August 22, 2017
by Abigail Gronway
The things you do
I want to do with you
The places you go
I want to go too
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