Poetry (27)

Hello Escritori,

I am feeling very low energy right now. I have lots of things pulling at my time, including the fact that I should be preparing for interviews right now – but just to make me feel productive and tick it off my list, here is Sunday’s poem in advance.



The Runaway

How does one

 flee Sorrow?

I asked Death

Like Charon

Was when he


With Orpheus.


He saw I was a pretty one.

He only gets

Pretty ones,


So he took his time

Before deciding

If he should speak:

And told me


(Not without

Some guile)

You flee


Dearest one…


By floating away:

On the rosy

Funeral barge

Of a smile.


(© Copyright Pola Negri, 04/01/ 2016.)


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