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The huge brown eyes shimmer
with unshed tears of rage.
It’s not fair, she cried. You’re bigger
than I am. You can reach
the sweetie shelf.
Life’s not fair, her mother replies,
And candy rots your teeth.
You can have a sweetie after dinner.
Victoria Slotto is tending bar at dVerse, and asks us for a 44 word poem using the word “shimmer”. Never one to waste a god prompt, I’m also linking this to Elizabeth Crawford’s prompt for day 4 of Napowrimo, to write about what we see in eyes.
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Ah, yes. Children’s eyes are so good at reflecting unfairness.
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Hi ViV! I love the pairing of words to photo. And…I especially love the way these lines sound when spoken:
The huge brown eyes shimmer
with unshed tears of rage.
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That picture was perfect for this poem.
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I love this, love this, love this, so so so much!!!
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Oh my, Viv……you’ve brought back an old memory for me! My mother (who had false teeth from her high school days — now what does that say?) had a Candy Drawer…..too high for me to reach when I was little, but certainly available from grade school on….except it was NOT available. Ever! Not allowed to have candy…..see what it did to me? So perhaps that’s why, to this day, I have such a weakness for sweets? Photo says it all………puhleese?
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A sweet little poem, for sure 🙂
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nothing like the shimmer of a child’s eyes – whatever the emotion he’s expressing. well done!
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I feel her pain. No, life isn’t fair and when she grows up and can reach that sweetie shelf let’s hope she doesn’t over do it. Cute poem, Viv.
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Macadamia nuts with little or no salt are supposed to be healthiest….I do like them myself. Life is not fair….but I have to laugh. Being 4’10” I can’t reach a lot of things. I have a small “sweetie” after dinner as a treat…I’m partial to lemon drops.
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I’m the same height as you, and shrinking. Such a nuisance!
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“Life’s not fair.” Truer words were never spoken by a mother, and they’ve all said it, including me.
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This is so true to life, Viv. So hard to be little when the sweeties are so high up!
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So frustrating to be too small to reach the sweeties – yet too guilty when you’re tall enough – life’s such a beach 🙂
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I always like a sweet after dinner ~ Nice one Viv ~
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Heehee. This is so charming, down to the word “sweeties.” I just love language.
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Saved from cavities and maybe worse… some day the rage will be turned to thankfulness… Wonderful little poem.
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Ah, mothers around the world and the battle against cavities–and how I am grateful for that now!
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Save the sweetie shelf, and pass the salted nuts and tortilla chips please. Only they aren’t good for our hearts. We learn when we’re young that life’s not fair. Sigh.
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so true. If my cardiologist had his way I would eat no salt, sugar, butter, chocolate, and life wouldn’t be worth living.
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You can live forever if you don’t want to enjoy life. 🙂
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🙂
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A real life moment captured in so few words. The image is great and your story well woven. Saying no to a child is so very difficult even when it is most correct to do so.
Elizabeth
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Well done. I hope those tears of rage weren’t yours!
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Nah. I’m the teeth conserving wife of a dentist.
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