The Poetry Corner
The Clarion Staff brings to you the Poetry Corner; a subsection of the clarion website that is dedicated to poetry written by clarion or creative writing club staff. Read to your hearts’ enjoyment: here is this weeks’ edition!
when i was born
a tiny seed was planted
in a bare, brown,
dry patch of ground
the tiny seed sprouted into a little flower
a flower i grew sentient to maintain
and the flowers eventually became a flower patch
as i grew older and the need for more was attained
soon i had plants and bushes
and a little garden commenced
it wasn’t grand by any means
but i had my own little flowers, my own picket fence
i saw others far off,
fenced in their own beautiful gardens
giving flowers away
collecting petals to admire
and receiving a partner to tend their own garden with
and i wanted to do the same
i saw others walking by
passerby’s that could’ve made good tenders
and i would pick a precious flower
and follow after them, hoping it would convince them to stay
but when i chased
my flowers weren’t watered
and my garden wilted
and my plants got sick
and i didn’t realize until i came back to pick one more flower,
to follow one more suitor,
that i found i had no more flowers left to give
i missed the beauty
and the smell of the petals
so i built up a tall fence and a heavy gate
and i tended to my garden and my flowers and my plants
until the green rose into the sky
and the flowers bloomed like blotches of paint;
naples yellow and prussian blue and vermillion red
and one day
someone opened the gates to my lovely little garden
and he said,
“hello.
i couldn’t help but notice your garden,
and i wanted to meet the gardener.
do you mind if i come in?”
-my garden
(addy j)