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Sunday, May 12, 2013

seven-year-old-vow / Happy Mothers' Day


seven year old vow 

I will hit you with my fist
I will break the badword lips in your mouth
I will send a predator drone on your head from
space and warlocks to blast shaming chants
at you from the sun - put binding on your
arms and legs I will drag you to the crook of a cave
broken glass under your bare feet 
and waiting vultures will continue circling
my anger singing until slaked at all you have done
to my mother
I will take a slow picture of you bowed
with a quick camera
and wrap it in a bow 
to show
to her
for Mothers' Day
and then 
she and I 
without you
will sit in our
quiet house
and smile
and laugh 
I will give her
Unafraid Forever  
I vow 
I will
get you
when
I can








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  1. Wow, what a very angry poem. I do hope it's not personal, but simply wordling well.

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    1. thanks Viv - noooo not personal - but true sadly for all too many

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  2. Righteous anger indeed! And far too many deserve what you prescribe!

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  3. Wow! I was thinking about one of those last night while trying to sleep. A child's vengeance almost seems purer than any other. Why is that? Wonderful use of the words,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/05/12/from-mizfits-mouth-to-your-ear/

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    2. I do believe that children are "purer" in their call for vengeance because they are not yet "troubled" by social sanctions to either 'be nice" or to "understand" excuses that might be masked as "motivation" for unacceptable and downright abusive behavior.

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  4. You've given voice to the often voiceless in this heart-breaking account of domestic abuse. Raw and honest and well done! Womensong

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    1. Thank you so very very much - such was my intent I suppose when this poem came to me.

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  5. Nothing is more distressing to a child than to see his parents fighting. How I thank my stars that mine was a placid childhood. Luckily it is in the genes we have passed on.

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    1. Yes. I absolutely agree and too many children go through too much :(

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  6. This poem is intense, filled with indignation, and strength its an amazing poem loved it

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    1. Aw thanks... if you stop by in the future - comments are held until they are moderated (I apologize but the world of spam dictates this method) Yesterday, I was not checking my e-mail notifications as often as usual :_

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  7. Amazing work! Love it, this poem seethes with righteous indignation wonderful

    I may have commented a second ago but it did not appear to go through

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    1. Awww .... I am delighted that the 'righteous indignation" came through for you! Thank you for letting me know :)

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  8. The anger came through in your words! Glad to know that it is not your reality!

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    1. Thank you Robin and I too am happy to know that this was never my reality with my own father.

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  9. Wow! I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that little poem. Good for you for getting it out of your system. And your mother's. Good job!

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    1. Hi Cheryl - Thank you - but this is absolutely not biographical :)

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  10. What a unique poem, Dr. P. Imagine giving someone Unafraid as a gift. I love this.

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  11. Sometimes vengeance is the only way to heal an injured soul...

    Anna :o]

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