Friday 2 September 2016

Poetry Friday - 9

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Yes, despite being declared dead on at least two occasions Poetry Friday is back. When will this torture end? 

Three poems this week, again mined from old stories. 


Inactivity
A come and get me smile
but me,
being me,
didn’t go and get.
I stood
and waited.

The Epidemic
The frowns are catching,
the scowls spreading,
the scowls infectious.
Be careful!
It’s not only smiles

that are contagious.

A Bad Date
She was
a mottled patchwork of
darkness and light.
just like the sky behind her.
Beautiful to look at,
but something sinister
lurking on the horizon.

 For previous poetry Friday's click here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here

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