The Daily Fret;Stanza 8

Metaphors

Vagrant ways-

Are ever sought,

And fancy words,

For random thoughts;

In glances scattered,

That meet do not,

But thrown enough,

Like little sparks.

In life's alleys,

That grim and stark,

To speeding lives,

Do seem a lot;

Like a blur most,

Where seems the past,

And future's rush,

On headlong paths-

Where traffic corners,

Scream yellow dots,

From red smug ,

That green so sought;

For winking sly;

Our games are fraught,

In dot to dots,

Or cross and naughts…