SoCS: Old Man Aggressive

He hides in the shadow of summer

Snarls with his upper lip

Waits ready, anxious

to pounce with Canadian cold

Hostility chases away retreating geese

Gives shivers to a fading tan

Takes aggressive to the edge

as if he were a hungry lion

Old man bitterly bites a cheek or two

Whirls across smooth black tar

Leaves his signature of white

and never wants to leave

He punches spring in the gut

Sends warmth to the ground

Adheres himself with super glue

and laughs at those who whine

Finally…

Old Man Aggressive leaves

Plods slowly, unwillingly

Back into summer’s shadows

and waits to give fall a swift kick



Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.

Just go with the flow.

Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making.

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29 responses to SoCS: Old Man Aggressive

  1. Dan Antion says:

    Nice job with a difficult prompt. You’ve described this winter very well. I want this old man gone. And, in the fall, I want to see a winter wimp show up.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I always expect this wintry crap in March, but not in April. It’s gotta go soon, Dan, or I will be the aggressive one. I agree with you…I hope summer and fall make up for this.

      • Dan Antion says:

        We need Mother Nature to move the thermostat to warmth. I have given up on March, but April is a disappointment so far.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks Teagan. I’m going to have to get out my old Harley biker boots so I can get the most bang out of a swift kick to winter. I only wish they were steel toed! :-p

    • bikerchick57 says:

      A good thing: The sun is out today and I’ll be spending time with friends inside…where it’s warm. Let’s hope us northerners all get a warming reprieve very soon!

  2. Joanne Sisco says:

    Good one, Mary!! The way you’ve described it, winter is a nasty combination of bully and confident alpha-male aggressor. This last wallop was particularly brutal with those winds. Holy Hurricane!!

    Happy Weekend!! The sun is shining, even if it is unseasonably cold.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Yes, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping! I felt sorry for the geese and birds who came from warmer temps to the wind and snow. Wonder what they were thinking? 😉

      Happy weekend to you as well. Hope you either have something fun planned or time to sit back and relax.

  3. Ally Bean says:

    You’ve explained this stupid winter perfectly: “He punches spring in the gut

    Sends warmth to the ground.” Not happy about this old man, but whatcha gonna do?

  4. great poem. Not only is the poem appropriate it does fit the weather. Hopefully Mother Sunshine will eventually win out. Where can I get these prompts. I give your poem a rating of 5/5 stars. Yes I did rate your poem 5 stars too.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thank you! Click on the HERE link at the bottom of this post. It will take you to Linda G. Hill’s blog page. On the menu at the top, go to “prompts” so you can see what is available. Hope you find time to join in with SoCS or One Liner Wednesday.

  5. jetgirlcos says:

    very nicely done! So many aggressive verbs in there…how clever to say that he punches Spring and kicks fall.

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