When I Am Gone (curated)

When I am gone
And you are left.
Be not afraid,
Be not bereft.

When you are old
And I am gone,
You’ll love the moon
That shines upon

My midnight grave,
Our place of tryst;
For though I’m gone
I still exist

In memory still;
The moon that shone
Upon our birth
Still shines for us

… when I am gone.

via When I Am Gone by Roland’s Ragbag

Four Hours

How ever did we manage
To text for four hours
While avoiding the one thing
We most wanted to say?
This exercise of ours has a purpose:
In learning to wait,
I’ve come to know you well,
And you know me.
For four hours we talked
About God, health, work, and weather…
And all we heard was
“I love you.”

 

Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Hallowed Reunion

Eagerly he came to her as soon as she arrived.
A knock.
An open door.
And two pairs of longing eyes at once grew misty.
The warmth in their long embrace
Erased both winter winds and
The months and miles of separation.

Arm in arm they sat
And talked freely of their past, present,
And future….
When words were spent,
Four wandering hands turned up the heat—
But only so far.
Such passion never met with such restraint!
For the time had not yet come to let the fire burn hot.
Their friendship still needs time to grow
Apart from passion’s glow.
Would anyone believe the scene,
If perchance they could have seen
These two dear friends so much in love
Yet willing to defer their pleasure
To please their loving Father?

“Some things are more important than the moment we are living in.”
Life has taught these unwed soul mates
How to love
And how to wait….
Waiting is the hallmark of their friendship.

“There is a fire.
Let’s be careful not to let it burn too bright.”
With one more hug he quickly said good night.

 
Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

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Will You Still Want Me

You are loved with an everlasting love…
And so am I.

The waiting is vital,
We both get that—
But how long?
How long must we wait?

Will you still want me
When the sun has burned away the dew of our youth,
When care has plowed his furrows in our brows,
When my azure diamonds have lost their sparkle,
And the heat has cooled in your garnet jewels,
Will you still want me?

When our friendship has endured the years,
Will we decide that friendship is enough?
Or will we at last be ready to embark
Upon that mysterious journey
And plummet the depths of a love born in maturity,
Ready to accept with equal grace
Both pleasure and disappointment?
Only time will tell.

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Wait for Me

Wait for me
Keep the pace we’ve come to know
Don’t walk too fast or go too slow
For the paths we tread run side by side
And I’d hate to come out far behind
Or, God forbid, in front of you
When our paths entwine
Somewhere
Down the road

 

for Esau
© 2017 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

10-line Poem Challenge #12: Zeno

The Zeno is a decastich created by J. Patrick Lewis, who says of his form: “I call the form a ‘zeno,’ so named for Zeno, the philosopher of paradoxes, especially the dichotomy paradox, according to which getting anywhere involves first getting halfway there and then again halfway there, and so on ad infinitum.”

  • It is a decastich written in one stanza.
  • The lines have a syllabic pattern of: 8-4-2-1-4-2-1-4-2-1.
  • The rhyme scheme is: abcdefdghd. If this looks like alphabet soup to you, think of it this way: xxxaxxaxxa.

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