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

Kurtis E. 

8th Grade

Part 1

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

not mine

not his 



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. 


Part 2

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. 





“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.