Whitchurch Writers February 2017

My second meeting with these talented guys, there is such a vast array of poetry knowledge in this group, it would be hard not to learn anything from them.

The prompt for this month was GAMES, there was a wide range of different styles, some dark some not so, but here is my poem on the subject...

What is the Game

Is our game a form of play? Or maybe a toy that brings so much joy. Could the reason be, why we game, Is to escape from our lives that have become so lame. Seeking to escape by pushing wooden blocks, Especially when boredom comes and knocks. When I was young I used to pick up sticks, Yes that is how I used to get my kicks. Others will let the time drain, By placing down cards, and picking them up again. Maybe it is best to leave in a mess, Or build them up to form a house, I guess? Other gamers can play with tiles With pictures of seasons and flowers so wild. Throughout our land you can find spotted ones? These are best stood up with the rest on end, Which then wait to fall and then go around the bend. Around the bend you say? Is that the way to lose your marbles, One flick of the finger and the balls spread and scarper. Maybe a game of clever hand gestures But beware, don't go rock if the other is holding a paper. A good old game of tic-tac-toe But dont get cross when you're left with naught. Maybe you could take the risk, And play something strategic with some tiddlywinks. In the future what games will we see, Especially now with the virtual reality. With the kids today, choosing to staying indoors, Whilst the best games are free and outdoors. So what is the game for all to enjoy Every man, woman, girl and boy. It is obvious to me that the game so rife Should be the one that we call the game of life!