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OAL oo ~~ Spring 10 > Definition of Poetry Afriend once said to me, “I love it when an assignmentis to write a poem. Allyouhave to do to sound good is write a lot ofbig words and separate them into lines. It’s so easy.” I sat there, trying to comprehend whatmy friend hadjust stated. Anegative aura crept closer, strangling the thoughts and words in my head. This however is a much too common ritual of mine. My words are choked and then late into the night, I find them displaying themselves through a rapid stroke of a pen onto a thin sheet ofpaper. The paper,it is so thin, I sometimes wonderifit can bear the darkness I usuallyburden it with. Poetry is not an assignment. It is so much more than “sounding good” and it is not measured inhow easy or hard it is to write. It is a wild heartsilently screaming in the quiet of a room. Only the writer feels this sense of exuberance, frustration, fear, joy, this sense ofrelief. It is created from the writer and for the writer. It is liberationwithin the confinements ofbroken white lines. Poetry is a rhythm that gracefully waltzes with the writer's pulse and with the night. Poetry is personal, though some pieces shouldbe shared with the world because every so often, the heart and soul of the writer screams loud enough on a thin sheet ofpaper to touch another soul. When this happens, the reader feels this sense of tranquility, comfort, warmth, this sense ofbeing understood. And when this occurs, even forjust one moment, the reader has been transformed. His hearthas been touchedby another. This, my friend,is poetry. —Nancy Sisk Hallmarks TABLE OF CONTENTS Writing Claive Berry {11 1,2 Cl). nidLL2003D MateCarson (D0)10saulhseh6-9 anne Chenery (10)..................LL10,11, 14 Monisha Chalaavariy dance.15,16 Stephanie Compton co017, 18 aLga19,20 te Testy 1)...hssventeasesds21-29 ClAnne amon (EB).artSsrabies32 Lc enerSO AESin.osissvoipiseetn33 BION.0iiieirri35, 36 re 37-38 rr UE aLELE38, 40 Avie nheieosais41 Berry Memnedy 0issn42, 43 SAAR ULirs bums 44 INANE SISTED...incondnssinibed45, 46 Dylan oxcovescone48, 49 Rabi Steele mst50-52 Re53-56 WOOHS 57-61 Hallmarks Artwork Ashton Alexander ll)os 9:13 KrissieBinldey (10).ccteenibis dhs40, 61 rr yrTEaebrsSS 12 BCID tyives onssrsdonsTitle Page, 54 RellIER CUDcommeShAHGAEAIT1 Melinda Higaing (12).00nenabliinO000,47 Rachel Howell (12)...........dsrsmabelsirnee5 Sarah NOTION Cl)... tieddo dassons20 ETa EL17.31 Becen Spinel (U2),romperspintsobimolesters4,25 WoParSor,odaetLEes59 Grace IN...viidahonvisahsmaaan7 Me NnNiCover, 49 C. Berry Hallmarks For Natalie Just like I was, at fourteen, That age when nothing seemsto fit, Justbefore you discover How powerless you are, How small you are growing up to be — Ifmy ghost could stand before a mirror, You would stare back. You're just like I was, Impatientto live, And you think truth is something you have a rightto - -K. Diehl Hallmarks C. Berry Poetry I'm afraid I can’t write poems anymore; I become a befuddled magician, Embarrassed onstage, Unable to produce a bouquet. Lovejust isn’t so intense anymore And Death is too much a mystery, Scoffing at my foolish speculation, Or else It has become too amiable, Calling on the telephone, Walking down the street. Nothing to say about the moon anymore, Nothing to say of the night — The sun, the skies, the trees, the flowers, every drop of water, Bland. All crusty, wrung out rags That can no longer wash away the grime To reveal some little truth. Hallmarks L.L Bryant The Night Life I want sax music in the background of mylife Patent leather tapping with my city sidewalk feet Champagne stained tuxedo lips A delicate, lovely me I want a world in rhythm Always high from a night gone by I want chocolate mousse atthe door when I'm down Friends to the nines for a night on the couch Pajama tears and grins Tuneless tangled voices I want a world in rhythm Always high from a night gone by I want neon pavement shadows to show the way Inky wet addresses from the new hotspot Velvet ropes swinging Dark and clever strangers I want a world in rhythm Always high from a night gone by 5| o d g o s d Y ® Y \dLv2 a — Hallmarks L.L Bryant Young Men Young men are the light on at midnight; the first empty plate; crammed notes in the margin. Secret sensitivity tucked inside gym bags and guitar cases. They grab their mothers’ arms, dance them breathlessly in circles; they save memories in smelly cigarboxes. Young men are a maiden on a track, a tower-ridden virgin, a red-leashed spaniel —brisk footed, slack tongued. Their loins canburnbefore the pulpit or pulse before the casket. They read The Iliad and are Odysseus; the sinews of their mortal heels brace the blow; their heartsrace in wooden-bellied hush. Young men are wet plaster and new-paned windows. They are the rhythmic role, they are the quick in and out shadows of fingers on glass, and they are bits of paper left on the pew. Young men fight the stop sign, tap the horn, need to begin. 5 -R. Howell
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