It did not rain today like the weathermen predicted.
At least not enough to be a “light shower,”
yet each drop felt like the pinprick of a kiss on my skin –
a million little kisses from the sky
to let me know that she was misty eyed too.
Continue readinggripping your throat, your joints, tissue, your fingers and toes, submerged in your blood stream, strangling your woes,
ambition has taken command of your being.
ambition drives some to make strides, defy the odds and establish themselves.
but for me, my ambition suffocates me and collapses on top of me before I even vacate my starting position.
I have crippling ambition.
I want everything I can’t have.
I feel it so strongly that it makes me weak.
I’m feeble and fearful.
failure taunts me everywhere I look.
I want my dreams too badly that I am paralyzed by my ambition. Continue reading
Walking out of my dorm
I meet students sitting on the grass
gossiping, studying, relaxing,
taking a break from life.
They stake into the ground a volleyball net
and soak in the rays beaming down
from the sun.
Classes take their leave for the weekend,
while university buildings continue to shelter students
whose work remains a weight on their shoulder.
Breaking the silence comes the announcement of noon,
courtesy of bells that send their sounds rushing
out of Memorial Hall.
Scampering squirrels interject the path of travelers
prancing down the bricks, where townspeople separate
young adults clumped together.
Horns honk,
reverberating off the pavement.
“Walk sign is on” fades into the distance.
Students sputter over the crosswalk,
racing the cars speeding towards them.
Main Street commotion fills the ears of those
who journey up the stairs,
greeted by a mini town packed into one strip of asphalt.
Air whips across faces
riddled with blushing cheeks.
Hands grip coffee drinks,
each with a unique store logo brandishing the front.
Time carries on
as errands are run
and assignments are completed.
Or
leisure takes focus
as procrastination temporarily hides to-do lists.
Picturesque,
the scene so full of life waits
to be captured in a still picture
from the lens of a phone
that can’t express the true atmosphere and movement.
Air turns cool,
sky turns dark,
and day turns night.
Grass regains its place
upright
after being indented by daytime visitors.
Today’s pushed off worries
become tomorrow’s goals.
Falling into bed at night,
basketball chains rattle outside.
The sound permeates my window.
North Central sleeps,
waiting to breathe life
into the Green
again tomorrow.
This is a poem about “the liveliness of North Central that comes to life especially with good weather,” composed by Kate Dawson, a Class of 2024 Elementary Education major in the Honors College. In celebration of National Poetry Month, “186 South College” will be posting the work of Honors students weekly throughout the month of April and May as bonus content. If you or someone you know would like to share their work as a guest writer like Kate, we are still accepting submissions at this link: https://bit.ly/186Poets22
With the return of many in-person events both on and off-campus, live performances are having a resurgence of their own. I’ve attended or plan to attend a fair amount recently, ranging between concerts, comedy shows, and theater performances. In fact, finding live shows has been made easy by the wonderful variety of talent brought to us by our campus partners and RSOs! If you’re looking for some activities where you can sit down and enjoy a good show without having to stray far from campus, then wait no longer, because UD’s RSOs provide a wide variety of live entertainment. Continue reading
Warm are the words
you spoke to me then.
Now I fear them in longing
of everlasting concavity
that I should hear them again.
Sweet honey oozes in somber timbre,
they flow through me and rush!
like a river fills every crack in the stone.
Majestic and nay, angelic, that God
graces the land with an image of He
but rather a voice of disastrous beauty
entranced even now by
mere temptatious thought.
In dreams I await to hear echoes and
reverberations an ounce remaining
still potent in my existential awestruck.
This is a romantic poem composed by Andrew Smith, a Class of 2024 student in the Honors College. In celebration of National Poetry Month, “186 South College” will be posting the work of Honors students weekly throughout the month of April and May as bonus content. If you or someone you know would like to share their work as a guest writer like Andrew, we are still accepting submissions at this link: https://bit.ly/186Poets22
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