Creative Writing

Read the poems featured in the orchestra concert's program.

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"I started researching [the composer Edvard Grieg] and found out that he had a 1-year-old daughter who passed away. So I drew information from that and wrote a poem from his perspective about grief," senior Alex DeLuca said.

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"The Wounded Heart- in memory of Alexandra Grieg"

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“The Wounded Heart”- Hjertesår

"When I was writing, I imagined being in a movie soundtrack; I really tried to picture myself being in a dramatic scene in a movie. [My poem] came a lot from thinking about stormy weather because the music was really powerful," senior Lia Emry said.

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"Våren"

"[My poem] was about spring because I translated what the music was called and it translated to spring. Once I had that image in my mind, I was relating the music to changing weather [and] the physical changes I was seeing around me," senior Sam Lovewell said.

And then the grief starts to give backA few notes at a time Stretched out over many years Until it all comes together A symphony wrought from the agony of The Wounded Heart.

Senior Alex DeLuca

"The Wounded Heart- in memory of Alexandra Grieg"

Grief comes in waves It ebbs and flows Or it transforms completely. Sometimes into a cutting rage Others into a relentless throbbing Worst of all, a paralyzing emptiness. For a while it seems like nothing will mend the gaping hole But slowly, quietly, things start to fill it up Laughter from a stranger in passing A few whispered words of comfort A ray of sun in midwinter.

Now Shielded behind mounds of gray The downpour constantly blocks the sun Hiding any indication of light Water streams through empty flower beds, damaging vegetation in its path Roots lay abandoned and unearthed This newfound darkness Is what makes this spring different from last spring

"Våren"

Senior Sam Lovewell

The raindrops that rest on the windowsill, Sit quietly in the endless rain Recalling how forgiving it was last spring When the rain replenished the earth Nurturing the flora, growing the fauna And the brightness from the sun didn't dry or dehydrate Warming everything in its grasp The sun would heal with its soft light, wrapping the world in a sun-shaped blanket But time passes in a gentle daze It's been a year since the perfect spring, No amount of reflection will bring it back

Your eyes dart back and forth to The emptiness that saturates the world around you. Faster and faster your heart thumps. The billowing clouds begin to envelop the sky above. A trickle of rain begins to descend. The once tranquil night, Becoming quite a sight. Transformed into a symphony of clashing thunder, and lighting. Hitting the ground as hard as they can, your little feet carry you to the shed, you once feared. You let out a sigh of relief. And a serene feeling overcomes you As you watch the stars.

“The Wounded Heart”- Hjertesår

Senior Lia Emry

The wind breaks, while the glass shatters. The trees blow a piercing chill, amongst the jet-black night. The silence engulfs the dead of night, nonetheless sounding so tumultuous. Eyes fastened, dead to the ceiling. Fear infuses your small body, as You hark every creek and crack the house brings. Your heart thunders out of your chest. You get up and tiptoe under the radiance of the moon. Feeling exuberant, your gaze catches a glimpse of the stars. Eyeing the miles of empty land that surrounds you, A heavy weight sits on your chest. Leaves rustle in the bushes, As the trees watch your every move.