Hopes, Doubts, and Fork Pokes
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Light flashes around my revolving heart that is as a calm lighthouse.
Their eyes, in the crowd, are as the ships riding tumbling waves.
Doubts died and were buried deep, I can visualize the imagery of their graves.
Hopes quicken, they bubble up suddenly, and are aroused.
Very deep down in the pit of my stomach, a hunger rumbles with a thunder and lightning strike.
Voice attempts to vocalize in the bellowing storm, but instead it just cracks like a splitting tree in a mic.
Boldly, she made my light freeze fast because she browsed the substance my cake layers with the gentle poke of her silver fork.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (5)
Outstanding piece 👏
So many layers! Great job-
Seems to be the unconscious message of dreams.
Ohhh this one’s deliciously poetic! Sometimes life just needs a silver fork poke to keep things interesting. 🍰
I enjoy the idea of light freezing. Light flash frozen and still