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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