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Flowers…
Flowers
Dead and dirty on the ground
I feel so alive in the spring!
The smell of death means the world goes round…
APPENDIX – Version history
This section has the past versions of the poem, to show the evolution of thought until the final publication.
Version 1
Flowers
Dead and dirty on the ground
I feel so alive in the spring!
Version 2
Flowers on the ground
I pay no attention as I walk
Feeling alive as I trump on the ground
Version 3
Flowers
Dead and dirty on the ground
One still standing
I cut it
It smells so good
I feel so alive in the spring!
Version 4
Flowers
Dead and dirty on the ground
I feel so alive in the spring!
The smell of death means the world goes round…
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Sitting in the car…
Sitting in the car
Trying to think
Writing a poem’(Empty page)
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where to go…APPENDIX – Poem editing history
This appendix shows the various versions of the poem until I considered it ‘final’ to publish. Even though there is no such thing as ‘final’ in art, I find it useful for me to document the various versions of the poem and see how my thought evolved.
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the carI think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)Sitting in the car
Despaired
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving now
Confident
Knowing where to go
Not looking back
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from a car
With an empty shell
Trying to write a poem now
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…Sitting in the car
Despaired
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving now
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from the car
Away from an empty shell
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
Trying to do something
So that I stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Sitting in the car
Despaired
Thinking what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
A cat
Music
A car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from everything
But I’m still here
Empty
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
I need to do something
To stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Sitting in the car
Despaired
Thinking what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
A cat
Music
A car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from everything
But I’m still here
Empty
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
I need to do something
To stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Trying to think
Writing a poem
Sitting in the car
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where she goesSitting in the car
Trying to think
Writing a poem’(Empty page)
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where to go…
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