(written by Vincenzo Francesco in response to the poem Escapade)

tried beyond strength
her pace now waning
gusts of wind
promising freedom

she averted the crowd
slipped out of time
into her timemachine
to recollect her thoughts

her small-town heart
torn in two
longing for what
seemed to elude her

the feigned kisses
the habitual lies
her eggshell existence
what did it all matter?

stung by the poison
of her own regrets
her own reproaches
her outright rebellion

thank you very much, Vincenzo… wonderful work!



from gaping chasms
to highest mountains
from ocean’s opaque bed
to desert’s searing sun;
beauty, we seek
in bulks and heaps ~
insatiable need
blinds avid eye/I,
dulls (tactile) senses.

to the brink of madness
by desperate search,
we seldom detect
or acknowledge
the small pearls and diamonds
beneath our bare feet.

It’s Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub and Brian is tending the Bar. This is a short one I came up with… hope you enjoy.