Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Impatient Boy

The impatient boy
With fire in his eyes
Burns with a passion
His gaze is always towards the sky
His gait moves with time
And his engagements are always hasty
He never finishes a glass
And his seat is always taken
He perceives not the time
Nor the hours of awakening
Listless, he runs into snares
Abandoning his soul ashaken
He laughs very little
And refuses to play with his lot
Threatens God in his madness
Pleads to pockets when he's broke
Running in infinite circles
And rising up like smoke

7 comments:

Brosreview said...

Reminded me of my past. Well-written!!!

Chriz said...

i am very much like him.. good work

septembermom said...

The pace of this poem follows along with an impatient forward motion. I love poems that I can get caught up in and feel the intensity of emotion. Very well done!

Andrea said...

Great writing...your words always jump off the page at me! :)

Saadi said...

Pleading to pockets; Sadly I find myself doing that alot nowadays! :P

Great stuff! It's always fun to visit your spot!

judith ellis said...

Wonderful writing! Do we ever lose much of this?

Regina Marie said...

"his engagements are always hasty
He never finishes a glass
And his seat is always taken" Gee..I know we both know someone like this. Funny, I was always behind! Ha. Thanks for your encouragement on my blog-
Oh..I took that Wordless Wednesday picture off in the hopes I could submit a link- Well, I posted it but still couldn't get in??
I'll try again..Have a good evening-