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...
In Winter's Chill
You glisten faintly in winter’s chill
So pale, so fragile, so thin.
Breathing in the silence,
Reveling in the isolation,
Which is mirrored in
Your chilly blue eyes.
A snowflake falls.