Questions

by The Cowl Editor on September 16, 2019


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Thought cloud
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by Sarah Heavren ’21

What is a poem?
It’s a series of words.
Its lines contain more
Than a rhyme to be heard.

What is a painting?
It is meant to express
A certain idea
That shouldn’t be suppressed.

What is a story?
It’s something to be told.
It’s happy or sad
Based off how it unfolds.

What is a prayer?
It’s something from the heart.
When words seem to fail,
All you must do is start.

Bittersweet

by The Cowl Editor on August 29, 2019


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A chocolate bar unwrapped
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by Grace O’Connor ’22

Smooth and sweet, the chocolate rolls around my tongue
I see happiness and sunlight
The warmness that makes me feel young
As the little pieces of sugar melt on my tongue
I run through the grass with glee
Smelling the fresh flowers
My long hair being whipped by the wind
I don’t care about the passing hours
The chocolate slowly becoming thinned
I look back when the only thing surrounding me was flowers
The ground beneath my feet is cold
The once sweet chocolate left behind a bitter taste
I yearn for the times when I didn’t feel old
When I did not feel a sense of disgrace

An Ode to Math

by The Cowl Editor on August 29, 2019


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Numbers randomly spread out upon an orange background
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by Sarah Heavren ’21

O Math, you are so much more
Than a subject students deplore.
O Math, though done in pencil,
You are truly transcendental.
Some think it’s numbers and tests,
But they don’t get to see the rest
Of the wonder you possess
As, through nature, you manifest.
Some don’t give an equation,
Enough appreciation.
The rules of reciprocity
Show that you’re your own philosophy.
Through functions such as cosine
You let us peek into the mind
Of the Creator Divine
With endless solutions to find.

7 Ways to View a Daffodil

by The Cowl Editor on August 29, 2019


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A daffodil
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by Gabriela Baron ’20

1.
The vivid skirts of dancers
Swaying and twirling in the wind

2.
A morning star
Bursting like fireworks in the gloomy sky

3.
The pure happiness of a child
Its petals spreading out into a grin

4.
Midas’ fingers
A golden touch radiating prosperity

5.
A sprout from the earth
Summoning the birds
To commence their sweet melodies

6.
A push through strong, stubborn roots
After winter

7.
The rising sun
Blooming into a new day

Reflecting

by The Cowl Editor on May 2, 2019


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by Sarah Heavren ’21

Looking back, I wonder
About the year I lived
With every blunder.
Did I have more to give?

Looking back, I question
Whether I did enough.
In joy and depression
Did I do the right stuff?

Looking back, I ponder
Some choices that I made.
All the time I squandered
Was it all worth the trade?

Looking back, I conclude
What I thought, felt, and said
Has all been a prelude
To more that lies ahead.

A bunch of old photographs in a pile
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The Typical Town

by The Cowl Editor on May 2, 2019


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by Sarah Kirchner ’21

The night sky looked typical tonight,
With those stars that appear to always be falling down.
The stars that represented the thousands of lights in a town,
The town that I constantly tried to ignore.

They say that this is normal
And that “normal” was the life I was meant to live.
So I wait, and live, until somebody notices me.
Those lights may be bright, but they don’t shine for me.

The typical lights were not so typical to me.
The lights drown me out, and none of the people even see.
Those people whisper comments that don’t make sense,
So, I just sit, in the way back, and watch
The town with too many people, waste their time on too many things.

A starry night with a well lit skyline
Photos courtesy of pixabay.com and graphic design by Julia Zygiel ’21

Dear Best Friend

by The Cowl Editor on April 11, 2019


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by Sarah Kirchner ’21

I write to you to tell
you that I’m always here.
Whether I’m not physically there,
or if I’m right by your side….

The silence
is too loud for me to pretend.
It hurts to know
that I cause the pain
and the distance.

But loud and clear,
I want to show you now.
That there’s a feeling of regret
and lots of sorrow.
But the happiness is too much
to just forget about it all.
Because I need a best friend
and that best friend can only be you.
The endless laughs.
The jokes of utter nonsense.
The tears of a good time.
It’s the perfect package.
Because that is simply us.

Cloud Covered Sky

by The Cowl Editor on April 11, 2019


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by Grace O’Connor ’22

The blue water shimmering in the early morning sunlight
My mother’s soft hand in mine
The orange morning sun so bright
Its warmness sinking into my skin making it shine
My small feet sink into the sand as I look at the ocean in front of me
The sun is covered by the moving clouds and the cold creeps into my skin
I looked for my mother’s hand
It’s not there, I suddenly don’t feel so secure
I’m all alone, I feel vacant
The future unknown, full of fear, my happiness suddenly taken

A hand reaching out for another on a cloudy day on the beach
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Puzzle Piece

by The Cowl Editor on April 11, 2019


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by Sarah Heavren ’21

two wooden models putting puzzle pieces together
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I am a puzzle piece,
I am uniquely shaped
Which means I cannot fit
Wherever I am placed.
I have some rough edges,
And my shape is not smooth.
I have some points and gaps
That make fitting hard, too.
You didn’t seem to mind
When you started to see
My true nature and shape
With my complexities.
As I got to know you
And you got to know me
We both soon realized
Our pieces fit nicely.
You help solve my puzzles
And help complete me, too.
I hope someday I can
Do the same thing for you.

Honey Waves

by The Cowl Editor on April 4, 2019


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by Jessica Polanco ’20

A woman and a man kissing with the ocean filling up their outlines
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Our lips are the coastline
Where she is the water
And I am the sand
And naturally,
With every wave we meet

Together we feel so perfect
Marinating in each other’s touch
Nurturing each other
In a nutrient-exchanging dance
Where with every step
I fall more and more into a trance

Until the tide pulls her back
And I feel dry and alone
Ten seconds – a wait too long
But five are just enough
For me to stare at her beauty
And watch her wave to me

When the moonlight rises
And only her and I remain
She sings to me
Sings so I can feel her pain

She longs for our next embrace
Anxious for another taste

Buried inside me is her one true place
And a feeling like this
I could never replace