Wednesday, April 25, 1979
THE CLARION
psge four
The Chiaroscuro
Old Age
He walked through the confetti-covered streets.
The crowd was gone now.
The parade was over.
It was almost dark.
Cold, too.
Maybe bis life could have been different
It didn't matter.
He was old now.
And tilled.
He walked over to the lamp-post
And stared at the moonrise.
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The Stillness of the Mounlains
The mounlains rose above the horison.
Their majesty revealed by the soft rays of the sinking sun.
Their peaks were as steeples. Uill snowy white, and rugged as the
cross.
Their peaks reached from the sky as if pleading for (’.hrist lo
return.
Now otily shadows remain as darkness falls t>v)‘uly onto the
mountain’s realm.
Peace and silence, the stillness of the night has come lo this
earthly palace.
dhri.st has certtiinly returned.
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Jacqui Poole
The Chiaroscuro Staff
Stephen Mickey - Literary Editor
Fred Wise - Art Editor
Sarah Barnhill
Mary Kay Dulin
Carol Miles
Jeff Sullivan
Advisor
Cheryl Hampton
Laura Stevens
Denise Walker
Desert Speech
His speech came naturally and easy,
Like words from a forgotten song,
He proclaimed aloud his existence and reason for being.
Yet nothing but the boulders and desert air listened, \
His voice resounded as he spoke energetically and beautifully.
His eyes never moved.
He began to radiate an image of wisdom and knowing,
He had become enlightened.
Yet he was lonely,
And upon realizing so he quit talking.
He knew his speech was just much wasted breath,
For wisdom is useless there Is someone to help.
He wondered why he had taken the time.
To deliver his unheard speech alone in the desert.
Disgusted, he got up and flew away.
by Jeff Sullivan
OVER
Flaming desire in my darkest hour
I know' I am all alone.
Burning needs and unfinished deeds
The armies have all gone home.
But the fight has just begun
and the battles you thought were won
are long from over.
Your generation started the war
Mine must face the gun.
In the fading light of tomorrow
There will be no where left to run.
And the changes you thought were real
were but a weary world's appeal
to smooth you over.
i estcrday's heroes have all sold out
Packed up and went their ways.
Tired of the jight and the fighting,
(irown old before their day.
But the truth is still from sight
hidden behind a wall of power and might
which must be pulled over.
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