The Poetry of Florist

The below was written by Emily Sprague of the band Florist. It comes from the song "Red Bird Pt. 2 (Morning)" on their self-titled album. I have omitted the lyrics after the first refrain. Then, I merely arranged it by introducing punctuation and line breaks using her pauses as a guide.

Worthy of critical analysis are the first verse's dangling words, denoting her thoughts thawing metaphorically, as well as the first sentence's halted rhyme; the second verse's frequent use of and's, creating tension; the third verse's truncated, jigsaw nature; and I don't think anything extra needs to be said for the fourth and last verse.

There is a winter morning, you
didn't know me yet.
It probably was snowing;
I wonder what was said
of the day's quickly going
to what will come ahead.
I don't know if I can
ever love someone like that.

You took her to the hospital, and
put her in the bed.
I can only think about that day and
what it meant
when the doctor came out and said
"You have a daughter
now."

How does it seem to
rearrange
all the images
in my mind? believe
that it happened to me
like I was lost,
but it happened all the same.

And I can hear you singing still;
wake up in the morning so the morning comes.
Where has it gone now? Where has it gone?