Stephanie Savage

Hoffman Estates, Illinois

My name is Steph Savage, and I was born on April 15, 1981. I have been writing poetry since I was in the seventh grade and have gotten two poems published by The National Library of Poetry. I am a student at Barrington High School, in Barrington, Illinois and I will graduate in 1999. My goal is to try to get a book of poetry published by the time I am twenty one years old. With my writing, I wish for the blind to see, the deaf to hear and the mute to sing.

Loud

The thunder, lightning, pounding rain,
How could a cloud be so full of rage?
To scream with the thunder,
Rage with the lightning,
Cry with the rain.
To let nature express your pain.
Your hurt is mighty,
With Storm by your side,
Your pain and your rage become wild and unleashed.

Oh Night

O, Night! How I love thy thunderous silence
And thy busy stillness.
I lurk in your darkest corners
And run in your brightest fields.
I roam in your shadows ever moving.
How I change with the ever waning moon.
O, Night! How you cause things of fear and the wonderment,
And love, bright and budding under moonlit sky.
Your ebony thickness scares me,
But brings an excitable chill.
I bask in your dotted starlight
And Dream of nights long past.
O, Night! I find your pictures entrancing.
I search for the Hunter, and Great and Little Bears,
And provide their stories once told.
I bring stories to life
Of pictures not known,
And share in their everlasting glory.
O, Night! Your love and fear, silence and stillness.
Nothing is like Night.
No story, no creature,
Known or unknown,
Seen or unseen,
Is quite as remarkable as NIGHT.

Ivory Gold

Oh, the splendor of a crisp night
And an ivory gold moon,
How my soul takes flight
With wonder, not returning soon.
The crescent ­ so sharp and clear,
It slices the dark, so smooth,
It seems incredibly near,
As my anger, it soothes.
A vision of beauty,
Not often seen,
To describe it, my duty,
Shadows, tall and lean.
The crescent moon, its path nearly done,
It sinks in the west,
Ever running from the sun,
Continuing its quest.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Stephanie Savage. All rights reserved.