If you love me, don’t say anything at all;
just let me go, and if you can’t say something,
put me back together. It was a great fall.
No stitch in time can save us, horses or kings.
Men! This is how walls and cookies crumble. Rain,
on every red sky morning, falls on the plain.
We spilled the milk, take warning: you can’t know what
— until I am gone, don’t cry over what you got.
For today’s prompt, write a “back to basics” poem. For me, back to the basics means jumping to the fundamentals. Maybe it’s me re-learning (or praPticing) fundamentals–like running or writing–but it could also be a child learning how to tie his shoestrings, which can be a unique experience for both the child and the adult trying to give instructions and advice. Back to basics could also be re-setting a state of mind or getting back into a routine. In a way, spring is a season that gets back to the basics.
POETIC FORM: RISPETTO
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