A poem by Isabel Newcom, senior English Major
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When you look up to the stars,
Do you wonder?
Thousands of years of quiet noise rustling leaves,
Humming over the gurgling brook,
Dancing in the open air over a deer’s velvet-soft ear.
Do you look up at the dying suns and wonder?
Do you hear nature’s faint, earthly call?
Lights dim and darkness floods over your body
While rain slaps against the ground,
But do you hear it?
Do you hear anything,
Or have you forgotten how?
When stars die, they burst like the gushers
You’d pop in your mouth as a child.
Sweetness slides through the universe;
Destruction turns to beauty.
Do you look up to see it?
Do you look up,
or do you look
down?
Hundreds of years of songs tearing through the concert hall,
Marching alongside the chants for justice,
Running in your blood’s steady thrum.
Do you look down at the lines in your palms and wonder?
Do you hear nature’s faint, motherly call?
Sun rises and light brushes over your body
While the rumble of cars slides through the streets,
But do you hear it?
Do you hear anything,
Or have you forgotten how?
When a person dies, the noise stops,
Like cotton balls in your ears.
Silence slides through the universe;
Life fades back into the earth.
Do you look down to see it?
When your hand meets another’s,
Do you wonder?
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