Biography of Abby Koning
Eyes of a blue dog.
Abby Koning Poems
Can You Hear Me?
Can you hear me? The canyon is vast and though my voice echoes I wonder if you’ll let yourself hear it And if you do, I wonder whether it will make you
Just Some Guy
Oh, he’s just some guy The one you don’t even notice until you walk into him Then forget the moment you turn away
Come, journey with me Into imagination From the melancholy tones Past the wailing moans
The Purpose Of A White Crayon
find some godforsaken rock and sacrifice the bitterness of youth watch -close your eyes and see this— The coloring child brandishing her white crayon, trying to convince
The Taste Of Cold Dregs
(a whisper reaches your ear: ‘nobody likes the taste of cold dregs…’ and you attach no meaning to it)
Words Are A Virus
Why I am never quite able to say Exactly what I mean?
Road To Nowhere
Once again, I find myself driving silently From somewhere I can’t remember To nowhere at all On this road paved with apathy
a shadow she said that’s all we are simply a pair of impermanent shadows
The winter night was misty As we stood side-by-side. And the night was so cold that the stars,
Sipping From Fragments Of Dreams
Dreams Are as starlight in my eyes Carving rivulets in my cheeks, (oh, such anguish)
These Rain-Soaked Streets I Travel Alone
These tremulous footsteps Patter on and on. Remaining steady Like the rain
A 'sign' Is Not A Sure Thing
I inhale your scent. And see us together, our hands forming a perfect circle while The brown of your eyes and the green of mine Somehow combine to make purple…
Emotions stirring. Rising to the brim of the cup which is our souls And even over the brim Spilling into the laps of the fashionistas
Those divine fragments Of beauty In your eyes, Remainders of
Before I Met You
Before I met you, I was
In a maze of vertical shadows
Better know as
Stumbling blindly, hand
Wondering which side of the tree
The moss frequents.