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February 2018

Submit Your Writing to Stoneman Douglas – “Art for the Heart”

Dreyfoos School of the Arts’ own literary magazine is initiating a program to help the students at Stoneman Douglas. We are asking students to submit visual and/or written submissions that are meant to heal the students and faculty at Douglas. All submissions should be sent to seedsmag@gmail.com; we also launched an Instagram page called seeds.artfortheheart, where students can follow this initiative live. Seeds is going to personally deliver all submissions to Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland.

Thank you all for your love, prayers, and support.

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Solace

When everything churns and sinks in reverse

and the moon pulls back its tides with taut strings,

the waves of the ocean crash and disperse

in the tumult of my imaginings.

 

But oh, let the continents shift and quake,

and let the sun’s final rays brush the shore;

his promising light is what my heart aches:

a glistening star I have fallen for.

 

I would gladly suspend in endless gloom

if it meant I could hold his ardent light,

because only he can make my heart bloom

with flowers basked in his beaming delight.

 

Let the world dive, let my words fall to sea;

my star will glow, his light will comfort me.

 

Written by Hannah Butcher
©2BorNot2B. All rights reserved.

The Rose

A delicate rose perched on a bush,
her hand beneath her chin.
Her sigh froze dew drops in the air;
her patience was waning thin.

For she was awaiting Autumn—
he hadn’t visited in days—
and he had promised that he’d bring her
the sun’s sweetest golden rays.

But ‘twas Winter who had stolen Autumn
when he blew his chilling kiss;
the maiden: “Where art my Autumn dressed in white,
the lovely warmth I miss?”

Winter cloaked himself in velvet blue,
and his eyes were cold as ice;
the maiden: “Where art my Autumn’s tender passion,
his fragile warm device?”

The rose began to shrivel,
her bud began to decay:
“Have mercy, oh cold Winter;
please let my Autumn stay.”

But Winter merely stripped her
and ignored her wish to weep.
He listened to her last breath
as Autumn sang her to sleep.

 

Written by Hannah Butcher
©2BorNot2B. All rights reserved.

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