HAYWIRE Issue 2 Fall 2013
Painting by Peter Ki, 12th grade
BLINK OF AN EYE
STEADY DECAY
GOLDEN MAN
by Livia El-Khawad, 11th grade
by Leah Goodman, 9th grade
by Jakob Eckardt, 11th grade
Open your eyes
there is a beautiful scene.
The trees are topped with thousands of
red velvet hats
and yellow spotted caps.
Letting them float to the ground
without making a sound.
The trees are dancing to the fresh
icy breath of death,
with no pause, with no rest.
Tenderly, their bittersweet hues
clutter the welcoming earth.
the inevitable call of Autumn.
Warmly tinted petals
cradled by the last
of the fresh summer blades
and they all plummet down.
He lived his life learning,
From young on ‘till old,
And lived his life yearning
To turn knowledge to gold.
Day after day it breathes on,
the trees are robbed of their last warmth.
It comes when none notices,
with the blink of an eye it’s over
leaving only coldness.
Their shy feet scamper,
across a frozen orange littered ground.
And their gloved hands clench tighter
until the colour washes
from their limbs.
Their chapped lips fold,
and gently start to smile,
as the leaves once again tumble
to the tempo of their falling hearts.
But why is matter
pulled down by gravity
captivating to the human eye?
And how could we possibly
stop the lovely falling matter
from slow deterioration
to winter?
He was taught to study,
And studied to learn,
But when work would end,
Was of his concern.
He grew to be wealthy,
To buy himself time,
To end up with more gold,
The longer the climb.
To work is to live,
To learn is to grow,
But what do you work for,
The farther you go?
The man worked for gold,
So he could settle down.
But it wasn’t the gold,
But the knowledge he found.
What matters is
that the days get darker,
and steadily fade
to a point of no vision.
And whether we try or not,
beautiful decay is growing near.
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