The card house falls
airborne cards scatter under
things too large to move
where dust balls hide,
plot to overthrow order,
cleanliness and its restrictions.
The dark provides refuge
and this unnoticed moment
of safety before the next shuffle.
THE PROMPT (OMG!!! Zesus's THUNDERBOLTS!) Somehow this didn't work with the tune.
In a nice private place, pick out a stanza, or a few lines, that you like from a poem that you don’t otherwise feel was very successful. Say them over to yourself. Now hum them. See if you can find the tune. And now sing them aloud. (Who cares if you can sing? You’re in private. And this is poetry!) Throwing away the rest of the poem, write two more stanzas (stand-alone or connected) that go to the same tune.