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The sun heats my body Through the window of my home That won’t be mine much longer. Reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. The first snow.
Tess Stuber Second-year journalism Warmth Poetry 2019
A frigid season Made warmer. A droplet forms in the small of my back But I don’t dare move From this sunlit spot For my view of you is Too perfect to sacrifice. Your sleepy eyebrow twitches and the Corners of my lips curl. Grateful
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Tess Stuber’s poem Warmth was written to show an appreciation for life as it is. After witnessing one of her close friends fall asleep in her residence room, Stuber created her poem to encapsulate the feeling of warmth and calm that she felt in that moment. She said Warmth is a strong reflection of her time in the Faculty of Communication and Design as she is grateful for the encouragement she has received from the faculty and her peers.
For your presence.
“Without the confidence building and the recognition of creative freedom, I would never have considered submitting this poem to any publication,” she said.
In a world that is often cold
A frigid season Made warmer. The droplet falls But my body stays motionless. Appreciate Moments of clarity
Cherish The warmth
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