Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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My New House
My new autumn home, where everything is neat and where my horse can roam.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Vision at the End
The sadness felt like sink sand, at the top of an hour glass. Slowly, sliding down, little by little, less sound could be heard.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
L.P.L
“Stand out but blend in.” “Be serious but keep smiling.” “Be unique but not too off the wall.” “Hurry up, to stall a little longer.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
The Polite Warning ⚠️
Leave her alone, please. If it happens again, well… I’ll not be polite.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
How Do You Define Romance?
How do you define romance? Some people think of romance and they think of classical things like red roses, walks on the beach, dancing, kisses, chocolate, etc. I would like to pose a writing prompt here for anyone interested in writing about what they think is romantic. Do you find stereotypical things romantic? Or, are you a bit more quirky with your romantic preferences? How do you think various cultures around the world view romance differently? If you’re interested in writing your thoughts on this topic, then write a post in any of the communities and then provide the link in the comments below. I’m excited to learn what you think.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Writers
Mrs. Fatigue
Fatigue fainted fast, she hugged her shadow past, with wide mouth aghast.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 31)
Bless her on her 9th birthday, show her your beautiful way, and with you, may she ever-stay, for you are her sunshine ray!
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Guarded
He had a hard time opening up and sharing; his heart was guarded.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Billows
Fan billows all night. Dream rushes on moonlit bay. Joy fights for the throne. ~ Palm tree waves with glee. Mental ebb and flow through sea.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Save me a pretzel, will you?
Save me a pretzel, will you? I’m dashing off to drop my kid off at daycare, daily hustle, those around me stare. Save me a pretzel, will you?
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Not Norwegian
I’m not white or black, I’m light, now get it right, people tryin’ to stir up a dumb fight! Stop your foolish sport,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Dialogue Between A Rock and A Hard Place
Rock: “I was there in the garden of paradise as you rested.” Hard place: “My wife and I’s lives took a turn as our folly suggested.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets