My Grade is Dependent on the Weather!
David Wilmowski
Next time there’s a storm you’ll see what my grade depended on. Or rather, you won’t: the clouds will be in the way. There are a million lights, like voices singing still and small and silent in the night, but you can only see a few of them. Just a few. All I needed were a few, just a few to “draw” on a page for an Astronomy lab. That was the first time I looked up in a while… The few that I could see spoke with their white and blue whispers, beckoning past the light pollution for me to let go and dream a while, for me to ponder anew, find adventures again, for me to trace the constellations with a crayon, unafraid, unassuming, small. “Stay a while,” they whispered. I shuddered, and was woken by the motorcycle and the LED of the streetlight. I closed my book and clicked my pen shut, satisfied with the work I had done. I strode back to the comfort of the TV, but left the voices in silent antiquity.
Stacy D Newbury is a semi-retired health care worker now enjoying an opportunity to fan the flames of creative expression at Phoenix College. Her collage was done as part of Watercolor 2 class. It represents the “old and new of the college, and a portion we see from our home!”
David Wilmowski likes to write poetry simply for fun. He hopes to become better at writing by submitting his work to contests such as this. He hopes his work points you to beauty. Verso l’alto!
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