Poem of the Day – Fresh Games

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Fresh Games

 

Packed up schemes in a box; far cry from a bitter tasting scar

Just a cloud gathering to mist over the seaside vista.

 

Chuckle as spiders fly in the sky;

Eight legs delight; absorbed in wistful thinking

Sinking to new heights.

 

Dreams of heroes

Crashing in to take revenge

Never meant to be realistic: in capes

Dressed for glamour carpets.

 

High heeled dames cracking walnuts

For snacks between intervals.

 

Spoken words falling on cut off crusts

A must for a working journalist

Missed by the parking lot attendant

The one with a red face from worrying

Scurrying because he is late for breakfast

 

Yes he is on a red motorbike

With exhaustion problems

Burning scandals at both ends

Regretting the time he spends

Counting his neighbours washing

Firing up instead of listening to his alarm

 

 

 

January 20^th 2018

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright

 

 

 

Tags: poem, Poetry, Thought Collage