Palinode of sorts

Day eight of National poetry month


Palinode



Isn’t it odd? How Deja vu works always when you least expect
it’s strange and  stealthy head
For yesterday due to a headaches twinge my poem was unhinged
Two lines I made and that was it.
Today the prompt ‘a palinode’. In which I must retract my views
my so called work fleeting schmooze
I no longer think a world without money would be good



Because without money, one can not buy tea