“The mountains are so dominant
that some days the people refuse
to look at them as children
turn away from the fathers who beat them”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason
Sunset spells the end of play…it’s dinner time
lead boots take us home…. towards Momma’s voice
drawing near with butterfly bellies and jelly knees
It will be the same again
balled fists in the corners of our eyes
Daddy’s home
©Vivian Zems
(#cherita)
Smell The Coffee 
June 12, 2018 at 6:14 pm
Loaded! Butterfly bellies and jelly knees – gives this poem the voice of a child which makes it so much more effective. Outstanding write, Vivian.
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June 12, 2018 at 8:18 pm
Powerful!
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June 12, 2018 at 9:00 pm
Thank you😊
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June 12, 2018 at 9:04 pm
you lead the reader into the homely voice of Mama and so the fists of Papa hit home even harder
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June 13, 2018 at 1:39 am
That’s life sometimes
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June 12, 2018 at 10:10 pm
Oooh! The “balled fists” a great line. Not a fun image, but well penned! And the lead boots and jelly knees all coming in the door to supper.
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June 12, 2018 at 10:11 pm
Short and sharp. It’s sad that so many kids experience this world. Nicely done!
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June 13, 2018 at 5:04 am
Lovely written
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June 13, 2018 at 12:22 pm
Heartbreaking, but… still with a little hope. That fist might be super threatening and hurtful, but Momma’s voice offers a rope and a reason to come home (to fight for change).
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June 15, 2018 at 10:36 am
Great insight, Magaly!
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