This week, after our check-in, the Clissold poets dove into a conversation about the past, present, future, what we’ve learned and what we hope for. So we decided to write straight from the heart and let what was on our minds pour onto the page during a free write. Check out some of the words that emerged.
But the Roses
I built the garden, the foundation, square one
It may not be stable or strong
But it’s yours,
I plan on planting
I have the seeds
but your buds will bloom
You can see me in those rose colored lenses
you can’t switch from roses to pumpkins
you have to stick to the roses
because they will get us somewhere.
You may not see me
you probably forgot me
but I’m always in the garden.
This is ours.
Our flowers will sing, I can smell it
I hear and heard what they say
But don’t think they can decay,
never too late to plant,
even if it’s not the right way,
because you won’t always reap what you sow,
some will burn and cut your flowers
others will nurture them,
but we know how the roses bloom.
Get lost in the garden
ceiling broken, barriers broken
but remember how you did this,
and always look forward,
but the roses will always bloom.