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
Smile. With impeccable lips that would make mine blush
Redder than the polish on my fingernails
Which is even now slowly chipping away,
Teeth whiter than my ladylike fingers as they meet your
Hands. Slightly calloused, yet somehow gentle,
Fingers weaving the greatest tapestry of all
Our hands fit perfectly, like a thread to a needle
In your hands, mine are smaller than a needle’s
Eye. Mines of...
Through eyes of jade hue, tranquil waters I survey
I watch and await the dawn with bated breath,
Though I’ve become so jaded
Where is the rising sun that will banish my ennui?
Where are the rays of hope in my ever-present dismay?
I long to breathe in the scent of the sea
And in doing so, to cleanse my lungs
Of all the deceit and insults this world has offered me
The smoky lies inhaled long ago.