Blink Thrice
Like a brick –
staring at the window,
weighing on the page
blanked out,
where the ball penned
erractic fossils
of enthusiasm recalled
shamefully brushed
onto the rage
before the shouts
reached the margin,
textured mess
begging to evolve –
ready to be thrown.
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Fanny, your poem is powerful!
Love the way the first and last lines contain the simile, with the meat inside.
Love the line:
“where the ball penned
erractic fossils
of enthusiasm recalled…”