poetry

kissable.

kissable.

Grace Hazlehurst ’19 || Lit Staff

Wings

Wings

Wings Of a sleeping angel Slipping From the grace of Heaven One Breath High above the eyes of them Next Waste beneath their soles. Samantha Papastephanou ’18 || Art Staff

Four Seasons

Four Seasons

The leaves are changing colors on the trees They slowly start to cascade to the ground And they whirl about freely with the breeze As the people rake the leaves by the pound The winter snowflakes falling from the sky A barren landscape with a […]

About a Goldfish

About a Goldfish

Your fins are tattered and torn, just limp hanging from your body like streamers. Your eyes dart around, lost from all surroundings, searching for life, which you are slowly losing. Your gills open and close faster than I can blink, never changing pace, in sync […]

Echinocactus

Echinocactus

You can describe me as a cactus; I’m not flourishing with pigmented petals, Or enveloped in a multitude of leaves, But I’m pleasingly simple. What I appear to be truly doesn’t define my whole, My real potential resides within me. I’ll guard even my weaknesses […]

Solanum Tuberosum

Solanum Tuberosum

Sprouting out from the dank, old sod, you grew, The babe of nurturing Mother Nature, A starchiness that makes hearts feel anew, Tawny brown hues complete its portraiture. Not exclusive to the Irish people, The rich culinary necessity, Restaurants the church and you: the steeple, […]

Favorite Colors Can Change

Favorite Colors Can Change

Neon colors were loud. They attracted the eye and demanded to be seen. I was quiet. I kept in a corner any color that tried to escape me. I did not deserve to be looked at. Pastel colors were soothing. They took the harshness out […]

COY CANDLES

COY CANDLES

The edge of my bed, dry fingers dance through a flame. Tiny candles after long days make tired brains tame. Scented eucalyptus with vanilla, or whatever you may desire. Lighting the wick with a match creates the most soothing of fire. Pull the drapes, flip […]

Yellow

Yellow

Yellow, I suppose that describes me well Yellow can be happy, a bright cheery sun in the morning A well timed joke, a smile to make your day A firefly in August midnight Yellow can also be ugly, an artist’s garish mishap Sticking out awkwardly […]