In a most unusual year, we have been proud to bring you poetry and memoirs and artwork. We hope you have enjoyed them! Keep creating this summer, and we hope to see you back for more at Sevenatenine in September.
Morning (after Krista Lukas)
The blistering tune of alarms
Invites the whisper of sunrise
Through cracks in the blinds.
Quiet footsteps lead to a dim kitchen,
Coffee wafts through morning air,
into my blue mug.
Dew collects on clear windows
As my dog watches a squirrel,
Focused on getting breakfast.
by Zoe L., Grade 9
|Artwork by Josephine L., Grade 7|
In time of despair let us be thankful for small triumphs.
A raspy thank you after you let all the precious hot air escape, as you keep the door open for the granny,
A quiet chuckle after you tell a mediocre joke, that you rehearsed in your head countless times,
A "Bless you!" after you sneeze sticky, thick phlegm all over your new sweater.
People have a propensity to be better than you think,
They are not flawless, but most are apples.
Some can be tangy; some can be sweet.
I prefer Honeycrisps, delicate with a sweet-tart finish.
Be thankful for Honeycrisps and small triumphs.
by Dhruv M., Grade 9
|Artwork by Emma D., Grade 9|
Dear Future Generation
To our future generation:
I am so sorry for all we have brought you,
for all we have left you.
We believed we were infallible
until we began to fall.
I look down at you and feel reverent,
for even though the world is messy and unkind,
-- thusfar --
proved yourself a formidable opponent.
May your kind souls
and brave hearts
forever propel you forward
far away from these trash-filled waters.
Humans have a propensity to kill,
but I believe that there will be no more heads on sticks in your time.
Instead there will be glasses on silver platters
and sunlight protruding through thin trees.
There will be innocent verdicts for innocent men
and guilty ones for the poor hearted.
Unfortunately, we have given you a war to fight.
Fortunately, you have all the weapons.
Let the battle begin.
by Calli P., Grade 9
|Artwork by Jacob D., Grade 8|
Your Hand In Mine, My Heart In Yours
Our hands outline each other’s.
Yours in mine, mine in yours.
I can feel every callous and blister,
Yet still it’s soft.
Like a freshly brewed macchiato and a pleasantly bitter aftertaste,
I drink up the memory until every last drop is gone,
So that the taste can linger forever.
by Jamie P., Grade 7
|Artwork by Jamie P., Grade 7|