the hope of life.
stumble and fall, then
rise up anew. Shaking off the dust,
to do it again, but
different this time,
or at any rate,
to not repeat the same mistake.
Beginnings abound throughout nature.
Every month has a Day one,
each week commences with a Sunday
breaks with sunrise,
even when clouds obscure the view.
take their first pensive flight.
or September, signals
time for the first
day of school.
trickle down in their due season,
reproduce by birth, hatching,
or splitting in two, starting a new
cycle of living.
there is that first bashful ‘hello’
that breaks the silence of strangers,
metamorphosis from foreigner
to familiar friend—and if
are lucky, to lover.
But even the best of friends have fights—
if you prefer. The brave do not run
away from these difficult trials,
but use them
to let forgiveness cover
past wrongs, and make them
As long as there’s life
there is hope that you may begin
Thank God for each magic moment when
I started over with you.
Copyright © 2020 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
Welcome to my series, Incremental Poetry, where each week the featured poem will be one line longer than the one I share the week before. I have no idea how long I’ll keep this up, so we’ll just have to wait and see. Thank you for stopping by.
Created by American poet Mike Rollins
Takes part of its name from the fact that the syllable count for each line matches the digits in Pi.
No rhyme or meter
Number of lines is unlimited
Pi = 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097… stop wherever you want
Note: You may notice that this is more than 54 decimal places. Since zeroes in the line represent stanza breaks, I went a little further to get 54 non-zero digits representing that many lines of verse.