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Wishful Sinking

Confidence

By Rowan Finley Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo taken by Vitaliy Mitrofanenko

Upside down, I fly with one foot attached to a metal hoop,

violin under chin,

I play, beginning again,

soaring with fire beneath my wings.

Spinning and spinning,

the crowd seems to be on the edge

of their seats in anticipation.

The hoop suddenly snaps with flames,

and my violin bow turns into an arrow,

and I throw it deep into a target center below.

The glow on her face was all I cared to see,

by her I wanted to be.

The hoop dissolved into ashes,

plummeting down into a soft, strong net,

that would catch my invigorated body.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley