Times of Solace
Times of Solace
Watercolor and colored pencil, Alyssa De Araujo Silva
by Anonymous
I
Two souls tied,
a bond so bright.
II
An anchor
keeping stable,
supporting always.
III
A guide through life,
from high to low
to thick through thin.
IV
Shining light on
the darkest time
creating warmth on
the coldest days.
V
A source of wisdom
when needed
VI
Listening thoughtfully
without judgment.
VII
A journey from day to night
between two souls tied
with a bond so bright
By Anonymous
I
The bright,
Welcoming
Kitchen with a white window
Open
Resting on the counter would be
Food to eat from fresh colored fruit to ripe vegetables
II
Deliciously, well-planned
Dinners
Every day in the late evening
Served with nothing to complain
Rainbow with colors of nutrients
And spells you crave
Just rested on a round, white dish
III
Cozy and comfortable
Living room
With an open stop to sit
Rarely never
Happily wanted
IV
The television
Always
Playing an interesting show
On the large, black rectangle
Adjusted to the perfect volume
With a sound so calming
V
With layed,
Neutral colored,
Squared,
Pillows
For any late rest day
Set on the couch
VI
Illuminating
Hot
Fireplace
Glimmering in the
Center
Of the room
Welcoming you for heat
VII
Thoughtlessly,
Thrown over the couch
blankets
Soft and sizeable
Ready to give warmth
And comfort
With secureness
To even fall asleep
by Nicoly Dos Santos
by Beatrix Poukkula
By Colin McManus
I. The memorable basement
and so the fun never ends
with beloved friends
day seeps away as boys begin to play
II. Games from big to small
scorching days to freezing nights
children's laughter will never cease
once called time to eat
III. Fields full of sport
day in and day out
season to season
changing days like the tide on a beach
IV. Connected through football
side yard competition until the street lights glow
compete through friendly drafting 1 by 1
making Sundays a favorite pastime for fun
V. The controller's connection
Communication with teamwork levels up players
strategies with leadership
ranked #1 wins it all
VI. Pointless arguments take hold
leaving one sad and cold
forgotten quickly with fun facts
until brought back with a vicious act
VII. So much possibility of activity
ranging in and out
from rain to sunshine
met with deadlock
it only takes one to ruin the fun
By Anonymous
Mom, with the love that you give me
and the food you make daily,
My words can describe how much love,
When you get home from hardworking
And my smiles aren’t smirking,
You always find a way to cheer me up
And to my brother
which we love one another
you stay trustworthy like no other,
Although things come to an end,
For the time we spend,
You will always be, like my best friend
I love my grandma and her dinner with steak,
Can we just go back to when we would to bake?
She loves her wine and she acts so kind,
And she’d be grateful if you given her a dime
And as my grandpa stays humble,
he sits in his bubble
His bubble’s his couch
Where he can sit down and slouch,
As I can vouch that he will not leave
Unless a meal is now fresh
And it’s time to feast
In our house there’s some rules,
Just don't make a mess
And don't steal my grandpa's tools
I.
The beautifully set up
Autumn scented classroom
Filled with hard working individuals
II.
Her messy desk
Covered in the scattered papers
from students
Next to her morning coffee,
The scent filling the air
III.
The colorful posters
Hung graciously
On the cream colored walls
Outsiders, Grammar, Animal Farm
Throughout the room
IV.
Student Council meetings conducted in the dim light of her room
Intrigued teens listening carefully
V.
The calming music
Always played
In the English Classroom
I.
The sound of friends
Laughing hysterically
Is amusing to hear
And it becomes hard
Not to join in.
II.
Waves crashing and spraying
Salt on the sides of the boat
Covering the lighthearted sounds
Of teenage life.
III.
The playing of upbeat music
Brings joy to their ears
As they begin to dance
And sing along
To their favorite songs.
IV.
The white boat
Sailing and swaying
Over the waves
Is both calming
And terrifying
All at once.
V.
The sun brightly shining its golden rays
Giving warmth and light
With night soon to come.
VI.
Tropical fish splashing and swimming
In their own schools
Make it hard to understand
That they live their own separate lives
Oblivious to the differences
And cruelty
Of the world above.
VII.
The sunset setting
On the distant horizon
With its pink and orange hues
Casts shadows over the boat
And brings peace and unity
And reminds us
That we all live in the same world.
Watercolors & Ink
By Alyssa Araujo Silva
Craypas
By Jill Hennessey
1.
The fast-falling snow
Lays a soft blanket over the world’s surface
Quieting the buzz of the people
2.
The glowing fireplace
Illuminates the dark room,
Quietly cracking now and then
3.
Ambrosial smells of hot chocolate
Permeate the room,
Sickeningly sweet
4.
A thick sweater offers a
Warm embrace to
Capture the heat from
The fire
5.
Family’s laughter fills the quiet room,
Seeming echoing through
The halls
6.
From outdoors, house after house
Glows with yellow light,
The snugness can be felt
Even from outside
7.
Winter is warm, but not in
The way people imagine
By Anonymous
I
My mom has a heart of gold.
She cherishes her family, young and old.
She is thoughtful and loving,
And she always knows how to make me feel loved
II
Her personality is vibrant and bright,
She helps out any way she can, day and night.
She is kind and driven,
And she always knows how to make me feel great.
III
Her looks are pretty and beautiful,
She is always there to behold and admire.
She is elegant and radiantly bright,
And she always knows how to make me feel like I'm shining.
IV
Her intelligence is brilliant and wise,
She works hard and always tries,
She is smart and always knows the way,
And she always knows how to make me feel like I'm walking on sunshine.
V
Her humor is jovially and playful,
She always knows how to make me laugh,
She is funny and always knows how to make me smile,
And she always knows how to make me feel like I'm worthwhile.
VI
My mother is a gift from above,
She is the one I love and am always thinking of.
She is my everything, my rock,
And I will always be grateful for who she is and what she does for me, near and far.
Header Art by Giada Morell
Cover Image by Julianna Hodgdon
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Published February 16th, 2024
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