YWP Newsletter - 5/7/19

Spring has, at last, sprung. And this spring really reminds us why we say "sprung", doesn't it? It seems as though the flowers and summer grass has bounced at us out of this still-muddy earth. I, personally, am very ready for school to end so we can enjoy this gorgeous weather. Some pieces in this week's newsletter pay tribute to the changing season. Enjoy!

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Welcome to the YWP Newsletter! These weekly newsletters are curated and created by a team of Community Leaders, who, along with many others, recommend work for publication, create challenges, give feedback, and do some writing of our own! This newsletter is a highlight of our favorite work from each week, creative, insightful, entertaining, sometimes focusing on a certain theme... we aim for variety in our collection each week to reflect and engage that of the many writers, artists, photographers and musicians of YWP. We, as the editors, hope to give the creators of YWP a wider audience, provide the busy members a taste of each week's pieces, and share some that we particularly loved with you. Please become a returning reader: check out the other newsletters, and share the link with many others who may enjoy it!

This week's featured authors and photographers are: Love to Write, Graceful, Rovva, DarkTruths, beautiful, shadowbird123, LadyMidnight, and adalet.

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Do You Ever Feel Like A Flower In The Sun?
by Rovva

Do you ever feel like a flower in the sun?
You’re sitting in water, your leaves soaked,
your face is to the sky, and your petals stretch.
You feel it on your face like a warm kiss
and let it hit you like rain falling from a cloud.
Does it ever occur to you that there’s dust
sitting on your desk back at home?
Did you ever realize that the paint is chipped?
Does it bother you that life is a hole
that keeps going further and further
and darker and darker
until you hit the bottom?
Did you ever notice that the bottom,
that unbreakable, cold, and dark ground,
is not the end of everything?
While you may be tempted to look down
and scratch at the bottom like a cat
scratching at the front door for a welcoming,
your life is up there waiting for you
and there’s always a rope around you,
leading you back up,
keeping you steady,
and all you have to do is give it a tug,
pull yourself up, and cling to it
because as long as you’re holding on,
it won’t let you fall.
When the sun hits your face
and you soak it in
and you’re sitting there at the top,
waiting to jump down again and start over,
do you ever feel like a flower?

(Photo credit: Graceful)
by DarkTruths

Pluto is a planet to me.
It's a small one, but a planet just like the rest.

I relate to pluto more than the average girl.
Some people would describe me as "vanilla".
Not the first choice, but still a decent flavor.
I don't want to be vanilla.
I want to be a flavor that's a first pick, not a backup when there are no other flavors.

Pluto is vanilla too. 
So insignificant that even though it fits in the solar system, you almost forget it's there.
I'm so insignificant that even though I fit into social groups, you almost forget I'm there.

Pluto is so unimportant that people truly removed it's title of "planet".
But I know what it feels like Pluto.
I believe in you.

(Photo credit: beautiful)
The Truth of Spring
by shadowbird123

Earth is awakening from its bitter cocoon,
Flowers unfurling like dancers,
Stems and stamens to the sun.
Life is tantalized by the novice breeze
And the promise of better days
All made by one who may not keep it.

Is spring new life or death to winter?
We bid farewell to arctic winds.
Snow and ice merging into ground
Stone warming rather than stone cold.
Green shoots appear, a nemesis to frozen earth
And warm breezes a boast to frosty gales.

That sapphire sky, so blue and clear,
Covered by thick blankets of cloud,
And woven through with rays of particulate light.
Is it a just prank, a joke of Nature?
A gift given and then revoked?
We know not.

And yet, we cannot help but enjoy it;
We’re human, after all.
Gifted in finding delight in such simple processes
As the rotation of the earth in space
And the radiation of the sun
Into the cold of the universe.

(Photo credit: beautiful)

Tiny Writes

Our currency as teenagers is peer approval.
Think about someone you envy
Then think about someone who envies you.
The second part was harder right?

Tell someone you see them
And think that they're beautiful inside and out

If everyone did this once a day
The depression rate would go way, way down

how can i ever
hope to return home
when i know that
it has deteriorated beyond
all recognition, that
if i were to return
i'd find nothing but
a hollow shell of
who i used to be?