Catrin Welz-Stein Tutt'Art@

Sitting down to write, I wonder
How to bring my thoughts to light,
Trapped inside a cage of thunder,
Lost in darkness of the night.
Then I look before, behind me–
Lying there, I find The Key.
Close my eyes and turn it blindly,
Set my thoughts imprisoned free.


Image by artist Catrin Welz-Stein

“Unlocked” Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Written in response to Lillian’s prompt “Inspired by Art!” at D’Verse


Americans Are Dreamers Too


As Americans we enjoy tremendous freedom,
We are proud to claim this great land as our home;
Though dreamers have the power to make change happen,
They too have challenges to overcome.

As Americans we defend the things we cherish.
We are strong, resilient lovers of the peace;
Yet dreamers may lose sight of the horizon,
And too soon faint, and happy dreaming cease.

So, Americans, let us stand as one together;
We are brothers after all, so let’s unite,
That dreamers may continue in their vision—
This too our nation’s valor will ignite.


Written after listening to President Trump’s State of the Union address and some of the remarks that followed

Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Photo courtesy of Encore Enterprises


At times we endure extreme duress
Bear the crushing weight of stress
When pressed by starkness
Of darkness

Another hardship conveys distress
Try to move on nonetheless
When pressed by starkness
Of darkness

Or to God’s grace humbly acquiesce
He stands waiting there to bless
When pressed by starkness
Of darkness

Continue reading “Hope”

Black & White Sunday Challenge: Shape

I may be a little late with this, but figured I could still have some fun with it anyway. I saw Cee Neuner’s post earlier in the week and decided to jump on the bandwagon but save my post for today since my other Sunday series is finished. Cee was responding to the Black & White Sunday Challenge: Shape hosted by Paula from Lost in Translation.

Some of the shapes I chose to illustrate are featured in common items, while the third illustration is quite extraordinary.

Bubbles in the sink


Remember this?


Ceiling in a historic building in Washington, DC

And since I write poetry, I think I’d like to round out this article about shapes with a shape poem….

The Narcissist’s Love Triangle

do love
me, that’s plain
to see. But also I grow
rather shy whene’er I pass a
looking-glass and just by chance
I cast a glance upon myself….   There
on the shelf are photos of the folks I love.
They are but three, you see: just I, myself & me.


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