Incremental Poetry ~ 57 Lines

The Bigger Man

When seeking refuge from the storm,
consider others; intercede—
don’t light a fire that cannot warm.

The mere appearance of a form
cannot begin to meet the need
when seeking refuge from the storm.

Though selfishness may be the norm,
friend, to this warning please take heed:
don’t light a fire that cannot warm.

From ill to goodness, then, reform,
forsake all pride and selfish greed
when seeking refuge from the storm.

And to a new ideal conform:
the strength of kindness will succeed—
don’t light a fire that cannot warm.

For others then to you will swarm,
when you from vanity are freed;
when seeking refuge from the storm,
don’t light a fire that cannot warm.

          ❧   ❧   ❧

When others in your life have dumped
their toils and troubles in your lap,
don’t dig a well that can’t be pumped.

When difficulties leave you stumped,
it may be tempting, friend, to snap
when others in your life have dumped.

When through great hoops you feel you’ve jumped
to mend the wall and close the gap,
don’t dig a well that can’t be pumped.

When in discouragement you’ve slumped
you’ll find a need for friendly chap
when others in your life have dumped.

Your shoulders may be hunched and humped,
but quit complaining—shut your yap;
don’t dig a well that can’t be pumped.

When overflowing cup is bumped,
let joy and peace flow out like sap;
when others in your life have dumped,
don’t dig a well that can’t be pumped.

❧    ❧    ❧

When waves of sea are tempest-tossed,
and you must find some other way,
don’t build a bridge that can’t be crossed.

And do not mind, though high the cost,
how much you’ll find to give away
when waves of sea are tempest-tossed.

When, weakened, feeling the exhaust,
your dreams and plans in disarray,
don’t build a bridge that can’t be crossed.

Ignore the cold of winter’s frost;
although it come, it cannot stay
when waves of sea are tempest-tossed.

And when the path is slick and mossed,
a hundred trees lie in decay,
don’t build a bridge that can’t be crossed.

So trust your Guide; you are not lost;
to other side He will convey.
When waves of sea are tempest-tossed,
don’t build a bridge that can’t be crossed.

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.

Scansion:
Villanelle Chain
A Villanelle is a poem of 19 lines in iambic tetrameter with a
rhyme scheme: AbA´, abA, abA´, abA, abA´, abAA´

I wrote a series of three Villanelles to form a 57-line poem. I’ve never seen this done before, and chances are I’ll never do it again myself.

2 Replies to “Incremental Poetry ~ 57 Lines”

    1. Thank you, Tim. And my apologies for taking so long to reply. I’ve been away from my blog for quite some time. The only reason there’s been any activity is because I scheduled posts in advance. Hopefully I’ll be back to writing again soon. 🙂

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