May 2, 2013 Call Me Friend – A Tanka 13 Comments Image Credit: flickr.com You can call me friend Though this is the first we’ve met I am your brother Born, living, dying like you Race, creed, color matters not ~ ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Posted by Dom DiFrancesco in Poetry Tagged: alike, brother, color, creed, friend, human, human being, poem, poetry, race, Religion, sister, tanka
This was a wonderful little powerful poem. I re-blogged it-and am already getting comments on how great it is! I hopefully made it clear it was not my poem. But yes, very short sweet and heart-felt. too bad more others do not feel that same way. Reply
That is quite alright, I just appreciate that you liked it enough to reblog it. Thank you so much. Reply
Short, sweet & beautiful!
So full of love…
PeAce :)
Thank you RoSy, I appreciate that. :)
Beautiful sentiments, Dominic – and the world needs to be constantly reminded :-)
Thank you Eric, I think they do as well.
perfection for an imperfect world:)
Thank you Kimberly. :)
Wonderful sentiment; one I hope more and more of us share. :)
Thank you very much, I couldn’t agree more. :)
Pingback: Call Me Friend – A Tanka | sexinthekitchensink
This was a wonderful little powerful poem. I re-blogged it-and am already getting comments on how great it is! I hopefully made it clear it was not my poem. But yes, very short sweet and heart-felt. too bad more others do not feel that same way.
That is quite alright, I just appreciate that you liked it enough to reblog it. Thank you so much.
Beautiful poem.
Thank you so much. :)