What a fool to play with fools at love
walking into madness, chaos and disaster.
Again, and again, and again…
You’d think I would learn, not to yearn, to let go
of any hope?
But a fool I am, at least in my dreams
where it still seems
that love is.
I always seem to do this at the beginning of NaPoWriMo… Start of writing for one prompt, then look around at other sites and find other prompts that just won’t let me go! Considering (these days) I almost only write for NaPoWriMo, I think I can afford to do more than one poem/day… At least today! So this is for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, where today’s prompt was to be inspired by April Fool’s day – or more specifically ‘fool’.