This Afternoon

This afternoon I was writing a poem but it kept disappearing A blank screen it had words on it but they faded away Erased by an inner logic of self -critic I like red roses but writing about them sounds banal Especially since I was stung by one and didn`t notice Before three days after puss and itching I have tried other flowers like tulips from Amsterdam They were expensive and demanding I prefer pot plants now, they are safer need watering Though and words of reassurance. I was writing about a Danish lily but the flower keeps Slipping from the page mind the only thing a knew of This country of "hygge" is frikadeller and herring in sweet tomato sauce