Category / Poetry / 2014 / Spring 2014
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Leaf in the Fall
Author: Lexi Baysinger Year: Sophomore at Greenville College Leaf in the Fall It had been a good year. I still remember unfolding from the bud that I started out as on this wonderful oak tree. It was a good caregiver, my home tree. It provided just the right amount of water to help me…
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Rooted
Author: Annie Reyes Year: Sophomore at Greenville College Rooted She resembled an oak tree. Tethered by the seasons that carved their initials unto its trunk. Not once shaken by the brutality of a windstorm, nor moved by the flowers that grew beside it. She kept still while the world ran around in circles. Voluntarily…
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Black and White
Author: Sophie Jupillat Year: Senior at Rollins College  Black and White Black high heels clicking on the smooth cement, white from the morning sun White collared shirt, with shadows black, the pencil skirt black. Black pillow of the night with the white gibbous moon resting on its black surface White, white head of the moon…
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Ghost
Author: Haley Lunde Grade: 12th at Carlton High School 1st place Live Arts Contest Ghost As I sat in the school hall this morn’ I took notice of the wakening rise, Making the school seem old and worn. As that light just rightly tilted against the floors, Dusty old ghost prints made their way…
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I AM WHO I AM
Writer: Kelsey Kirk Year: Graduate from Shorter University I AM WHO I AM Â El Shaddai, The Lord God Almighty, Our Sustainer; El Elyon, the Most High God; The Extreme Sovereignty and Majesty; Adonai, Lord Master, Not to be taken in vain; Yahweh, Lord Jehovah, He is who He is; Jehovah Raah, The Lord…
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A Welsh Confession
Name: Heather Burdsall Undergrad at Messiah College 1st place Live Arts Contest A Welsh Confession It’s not on the hillside I find him Anointing lambs’ wounds with oil. I can’t find him with the filthy, Cupping their faces in his hands. Not even in the boathouse, ready To loosen the rope…
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The Plague of Winter
Name: Colby Rouchka Grade: 11th at Edwardsville High School 1st place Live Arts Contest The Plague of Winter As the brisk winds wash over the earth, Death becomes abundant. As the plague of winter courses upon him, He knows this is the end. For him, and many others like him, death comes slowly. It…
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Poem
By Kristi Reindl I stand among them. The smiles painted in my memory. Our steps have intertwined, now joined once more for the march. The call. A firm shake. And in a moment, I’m on the other side among cheers and lifted palms. Their tassels rain down in accomplishment, assurance. I stand too, but only…
