Monday, March 21, 2011

Sarcastic (O.S.I.)

Hi all,
I am posting this creative poem for O.S.I. The theme is sarcastic.

Sarcastic grins
Little boys
With rocks in their hands
Hurling stone
At the moon
Elusive, wide, and yellow
In the great Milky Way of memory
Years elapse
Gaping from my window
Rugged men
With rocks in their hands
Sarcastic grins



15 comments:

dthaase said...

nicely done

Lisa said...

sarcastic grins - I like the image.

Nicely done

Kim Nelson said...

First thought that came to my mind? "Little shits!"

teric said...

Those 'little sarcastic boys' grew into 'rugged sarcastic men'. Sometimes it is too true. Very well written.

Amanda Moore said...

love the trip this takes from young boy to manhood!

anthonynorth said...

Ah, growing up - or not.
Nicely done.

ladynimue said...

Guess reasons change but actions don't as we grow up ! Good one :)

SandyCarlson said...

The desire to hurl stones at obstacles real or imaginary is the whole thing. Beautifully done.

Jim said...

Some little boys don't grow up. It is better that way. If only they would still throw those stones at the moon.
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p.s. I throw mine across the water trying to make them skip.
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Short Poems said...

Wisely done, love it!

Nanka said...

They never give up do they :( so we cannot say 'when will you ever grow up?'
Very nicely done and draws attention to the point!!
Cheers!! :)

Cynthia said...

Crisp and smart.

gabrielle said...

Such primitive impulses. Where do they originate and where do they end?
I love the image of the moon as a fulcrum for the poem. Beautiful write!

ms pie said...

a wonderful response to the prompt... little boys, little rocks, big boys, big rocks.... some things never change.... i wonder what we women have to throw...

Christine said...

Like the way your writing had the same picture at different ages.