The Fates of Plates
Point of view and all that’s due
white paint on ceiling reaches down
three plates on table look up to frown
dark furniture stands tall
to a child, what could be the draw?
the corner summons a lonely bug to buzz
bookshelf is naked and I wish I was
better at filling the void
like the angelic voice of Victory Boyd
tonight it’s extra tough
curled in a blanket, that’s just not enough
banana peel slouches on the edge
emotions in the couch crevices to wedge
the candle is still the sane one
memories toast, what terrible fun
armless clock ticks me off for the heck of it
the dumb silence is pitching an utter fit
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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the imagery that fills in your words is very strong today!