Why? Why? My son’s on repeat
I don’t know, I say, and, … repeat
But what if? As always, he won’t give up
And for the umptieth time, I have to repeat
Please leave my brain alone, I need a break
let me breathe, stop asking questions, I repeat
Why? He asks. And corrects himself: For how long?
For at least ten minutes, do you understand, please repeat?
Silence
Breathe
Repeat
Mum?
Silence
Breathe
Repeat
Mum!
Why? I ask
I don’t know, he says
I give up, I reply
Silence
Breathe
Repeat
I tried a ghazal but digressed (the prompt a few days ago): A ghazal is formed of couplets, each of which is its own complete statement. Both lines of the first couplet end with the same phrase or end-word, and that end-word is also repeated at the end of each couplet.
The prompt for today was to write a letter. I vaguely remembered writing a correspondence poem once so I searched for it. It turns out that was the one that made me featured participant last year 🙂 It’s a bit crazy, and you can find it here.
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