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A glosa poem

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

 

The Carpet And The Storm p
excerpt from “The Reason”: ~ anal a
“vy ata : instant
Hope springs al 4 ! x
ope springs alive, ;
T yet may thrive.” i CO f f ee
- Stevie Smith ' |

Good may befall i

Soft patterns of white and blue x —= Sonam Kaloti

Beneath my feet, CS AY Arts Editor

Hard streaming lines of grey and blue x ee i = ; SSS
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Above my head, (rag a whipped coffee mugs on
And silence permeated by rolling thunder i { | ; | sun-drenched afternoons.
Inside my ears— ~ | \\ ee do my friends exist?
These are the sounds before the fall fh by my memory's drawn
Of the world and everything we know { blurry behind fumes
And everyone we loved and everything that’s \ in the midst of lists
small, he ‘4
These are the sounds that we wait for, but why ~~ — — a 2 of grocery runs
wait at all? and anxiety

| topping the stress

I’ve cleaned the soft patterns of white and blue, faced everyday. tongues
I’ve ran them over with a vacuum chase sobriety

Over and over, then stop. I digress.
I’ve painted the streaming lines of grey and blue—

The sky that never changes

From within my hive,

And the rolling thunder takes a tumble down the sidewalk
And into the valley and down the street,

The sound that is almost enticing because it’s one that thrives
The sound of life, of when hope springs alive.

equal parts sugar
equal parts water

But for now, my feet remain planted

In soft patterns of white and blue,

And my head remains below the clouds—

Streaming lines of grey and blue,

And silence is permeated by vacuums and

Rolling thunder, down the street it will sprawl

Living still happens,

Breathing in and out from inside,

But living is now so very small

And as long as we keep on breathing, good may befall.

And I’ve found comfort in the soft patterns of white and blue
Beneath my feet,

And in the hard-streaming lines of grey and blue

Above my head,

I’ve found comfort in waiting in between beats of rolling thunder,
The silence no longer too thick to breathe, too thick to survive

In and out from inside

Under and over

Even though I am one of many who must live with deprive

I’ve found comfort that I yet may thrive.

 

Illustrations by Sonam Kaloti and Morgan Hannah