Poetry Friday 16

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So poetry Friday continues, but maybe it needs to be retired. Only time will tell. 

Untitled - one poem or two?

Snow in the fields

fog in the air, 

the dark white

winter's night.

Lonely roads 

unroll in the headlights

going home 

going somewhere.

The straight and narrow.

Too straight 

too narrow. 

No twists, 

no turns,

A Roman Road for life. 

Sheep

Like sheep, 

They flock to the sales 

Attracted 

Like magnets 

To the bargains. 

Bickering 

Sulking 

Wishing they were 

Somewhere 

Anywhere 

Away from here. 

Fulfilling a part of the marriage contract

that wasn't mentioned at the ceremony. 

What if?

What if 

we 

crossed tinder with Pokémon GO? 

Don't swipe right, 

throw balls. But 

instead of Pikachus and  Bulbasaurs

single people 

are the target of

your pokeballs

as you wander around 

on your way to 

Tesco.

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