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John Lawson: Flowers
Anne Frank (1929 – 1945) and Hind Rajab (2018-2024)
A special tragedy, to survive
Almost till spring, when the nearing sun
Might quell dark fear, still
Convulsive shivering. Pull down with tender
Touch the purple lids;
Protect the eyes, so clear, that saw too little
And too much, from
Dirt bulldozers will push to form a virgin
Field above the bones.
Make daffodils and tulips rise and fret
The breeze of May.
Summer’s near. Forget. Forget.
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Copyright 2026 John Lawson
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And alas neglect not to read every John Lawson poem posted today. Another great poet in Pittsburgh. How do I move and leave all these cows behind?
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Oh God! To write like this. As seemingly simple as a flower, and we know how unsimple that is. Just a scrap of poem really, to bring in and find a vase to place on the table in the middle of that grand room you live in, your heart.
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