You have tapped a tap dance number on the stage,
of my heart rage.
My eyes are the spotlights
with unmoving delight.
With the click of your toes,
affections, they just continue to grow.
Your every pose causes me to reflect,
fear in the hall, I reject.
The crowd in my mind,
is the audience I bind,
they yearn, with wild applause,
for Future’s greatest cause.
Releasing fresh praise and wonder,
because rigidity has been broken asunder!
You fly free from the cares of scrutiny,
because you jumped ship of that sort of mutiny!
Now, you’re performing the way you were designed to,
it’s true…
I crave more of your tap dancing numbers,
that roar and thunder,
beautifully multiplying, on the stage,
of my heart rage.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Beautiful words
“You’ve tapped a tap dance number on the stage of my heart’s rage”—such beautiful wordplay! I can imagine this being showcased in a dancehall room, standing out as both introspective and uplifting for the dancers and those coming in to watch.
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Beautiful 😍
Beautiful poem! ✨😊 The repetition of “the stage of my heart rage” ties it all together, emphasizing the emotional depth behind the admiration.
Amazing and lovely words.
This poem tap-dances right into the soul—bold, fiery, and full of heart! ✨
A waltz of words . Great job! 👏
such emotion. love it.