HarmonyDecember 2021 Volume 10 // Issue 1 |
Contents
16 Works / 7 Contributors
Saira Ahmed, Anna Dobbelaere, Isabella Dobbelaere, Ava Maghsoodlou, Tiffany Yu, Karen Zhang, Monica Zhang
Saira Ahmed, Anna Dobbelaere, Isabella Dobbelaere, Ava Maghsoodlou, Tiffany Yu, Karen Zhang, Monica Zhang
Written
"The Train That Flies By" by Anna Dobbelaere
freshly trimmed
flowers wrapped in newspaper.
walking along swiftly,
hear the bells
of the train
it flies by, carrying countless people
where they wish to wander.
voices travel and chime
So many lives flashing by me
glimpses
into infinite stories
faces
I won't remember
except in my rem sleep.
To go and to go
to move
creating Distance
Bringing you closer
or farther away?
flowers wrapped in newspaper.
walking along swiftly,
hear the bells
of the train
it flies by, carrying countless people
where they wish to wander.
voices travel and chime
So many lives flashing by me
glimpses
into infinite stories
faces
I won't remember
except in my rem sleep.
To go and to go
to move
creating Distance
Bringing you closer
or farther away?
"Comfort to the Stars" by Anna Dobbelaere
the sky is made of angels
the sun, raining down on us
above, where everything is clear
a crystal, white and glistening
rough and smooth and raw
even so, cannot compare
any jewel under Earth's skin
is nothing next to the bright sun
its golden white rays drifting down,
offering illumination
and reflections of rainbows
soft clouds comfort the stars
on a morning after the rain
cool air, the scent of wet asphalt and
dewy grass
wish good morning
to the birds
and to the flowers
the sun, raining down on us
above, where everything is clear
a crystal, white and glistening
rough and smooth and raw
even so, cannot compare
any jewel under Earth's skin
is nothing next to the bright sun
its golden white rays drifting down,
offering illumination
and reflections of rainbows
soft clouds comfort the stars
on a morning after the rain
cool air, the scent of wet asphalt and
dewy grass
wish good morning
to the birds
and to the flowers
"Autumn's Breaths" by Anna Dobbelaere
Living in a daze, in a fog
a constant rush of disorientation
unable to notice
Nature’s wonderful talents.
…
The sky’s color
Summer expresses a bright, deep blue
Close your eyes
And breath in the hue
The sweet scent of roses and wildflowers
Surrounds you
Found in a world
With little worry
And blazing sunlight
Fills your whole room
Allows the trees to gleam bright green.
…
But, in the Fall,
The sky is muted and cloudy, clear.
A clear pond
With ripples dancing across its surface
Like the wind dances through the leaves
And dances through your hair
The air, whom was so warm
And sweet
Becomes crisp
And raw,
cold.
The wind dwindles
And the air is quiet.
A pale blue sky overlooks
Brown and orange and yellow trees
Leaves billowing into the heavens,
Longing to embrace the clouds
Who are still so far away.
The sunlight becomes golden,
Leaving a wondrous glow
Around everything she touches.
All is still.
…
Like the world is holding its breath
…
Then, the wind blows
And all is free once more
a constant rush of disorientation
unable to notice
Nature’s wonderful talents.
…
The sky’s color
Summer expresses a bright, deep blue
Close your eyes
And breath in the hue
The sweet scent of roses and wildflowers
Surrounds you
Found in a world
With little worry
And blazing sunlight
Fills your whole room
Allows the trees to gleam bright green.
…
But, in the Fall,
The sky is muted and cloudy, clear.
A clear pond
With ripples dancing across its surface
Like the wind dances through the leaves
And dances through your hair
The air, whom was so warm
And sweet
Becomes crisp
And raw,
cold.
The wind dwindles
And the air is quiet.
A pale blue sky overlooks
Brown and orange and yellow trees
Leaves billowing into the heavens,
Longing to embrace the clouds
Who are still so far away.
The sunlight becomes golden,
Leaving a wondrous glow
Around everything she touches.
All is still.
…
Like the world is holding its breath
…
Then, the wind blows
And all is free once more