Tuesday, October 26, 2021

The Light and the Dark

In Pennsylvania, October is a time of brightness and darkness, blazing leaves in shorter days, against a backdrop of gray, brooding skies.  You will find that our post for the month -- our first this year -- reflects this juxtaposition, and we hope it might even capture a little of what you are feeling inside as we move through this strange but hopeful year together. 

Thank you for being here, for reading our magazine.  We hope you like what we produce and curate in the monthly posts right here on Sevenatenine.  

Tennis

I, too, dislike it: There are a million more productive pastimes

I would do rather than wearing down my wrist ligaments.

I could find a cure for cancer,

I could write an opera,

Or maybe just get my homework done.

 

But no.

 

Here I am again, repeatedly hitting a small ball over a weathered net.

But my mind always reminds of the perks

that bring my feet back to those green courts.

I love the buzz that sails through my arm after a great shot.

I love the smile that sneaks onto my face after my coach gives praise.

I love how I jump up and slap racquets with my partner

after we win a strenuous match.

 

So.

           

No matter how bright the sun shines,

how tired or weary I feel,

I will still march right back

onto those courts and do it all over again.


by Lyla P., Grade 9

Inspired by the poem "Poetry" by Marianne Moore


Artwork by Jacob D., Grade 9



To the Past, Present, and Future


Hey Kid, we have a goal to accomplish.

No, a dream sounds more appropriate.

I promise you I will achieve it for us. Me and you!

See you soon little guy.

 

Hey, present me, you’re making us sad.

The light of hope you had to achieve the goals we dreamed, is slowly fading,

 

Why give up now when we are so close? Please continue for all of us.

 

Hey! Thank you so much. We are now grown, achieved what we wanted.

We never gave up on our goal. Makes me tear up a little, ha-ha!  

I’m returning to my time: 2021. See you soon! 


by Beck M., Grade 9




Artwork by Isabel D., Grade 8




The sun peeked over the mountain side. The river glimmered in the sun stream.  The birds chirped a lullaby. The evergreen trees stood tall and proud. I come out to my tree house every morning to paint the sunrise.  Sometimes I come out and just look at it for a while. It looks like watercolor floating in the sky. Like someone comes out here every morning to paint it on. The sunrise looks the same every morning but still somehow mesmerizes me. It is as if Mother Nature is telling me that I will be the next painter to paint on the sky every morning, and she is trying to train me for when that day comes.

by Julia N., Grade 8




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