Something about a rose (?)

I remember figuring out how to draw bricks
And chain links
Following a diagram in a magazine for
“How-to-draw a rose”

Ah-ha,
I thought,
It’s all just simple patterns
All just where you put the lines
And where you leave spaces
        but looking at a rose next to some chain link,
        it looked nothing like that diagram.

My paintings look nothing like what was in my head when I started
But sometimes that might be because I start blank
What is it then? What is falling out?

I might wonder how you knew that my scratches
Were meant to be a rose
Words meant to be prose
And everything I say and don’t say
Contains: I love you
I’m glad to be here

and I want to know what you say
and draw, and do.