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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to 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. :)
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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. :)