Roses Without Thorns To Greet The Dawn comic poem number 426 by Angela Lansbury

Orange rose. Garden. Hatch End. UK. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 \You can write a poem

About roses, or thorns

You can write a poem

About the trash or dawn

I could write a poem

I really think I should

It has more chance of lasting

If I write about what's good

So I'll write about the roses

Which greet me in the morn

To make me pleased picking posies

They raise their heads at dawn

I need to have two good thoughts

For each bad one every hour

I 've solved the whole world's problems

Just think of a pretty flower.

I should be like the roses

Not thinking about doom

You can fill the place with gloom

Or spread your perfume through the room.

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Line 11 To make sure I'm happy is funnerie because it projects a purpose onto the flowers, gives myself centre of the world importance, which is absurd, yet reflects the problem with self-centred depression, but posies rhyes with roses

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Second Sight Re-write

At first I wrote
My poem pleased
Came back, years on
Revised with ease

The thoughts were fine
But I suspect
At least they're mine
'cos not correct

I could re-write
Read aloud, shout, speak
Stay up all night
Re-work all week 

Eight syllables in every line

Or twelve, or ten

I think that's fine

Just one more time, and then again

I start gone four

And end gone ten

I should end soon

I'm not sure when

It's six a.m. here
What should I do?
Re-writes cost time, dear
All's changed, now new.

I've written through the day

And I've written through the night

Two minutes stretched to twenty hours 

But at least it reads all right.

I know it's morning here

But it's still midnight somewhere else

I shouldn't burn the midnight oil

It's not good for my health

I wish that I had watched the clock

But even then I wouldn't stop

The mirror has a bad surprise

A pretty poem but baggy eyes

I wrote so long I nearly dropped

Even my old, tired clock had stopped

Each comma, syllable's in place -

Though I've a haggard poet's face.

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