Monthly Archives: April 2014

Brilliant Stars (Shadorma)

Brilliant stars

A sliver of moon

Magical

Perfection

I can see heaven from earth

What could be better

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

In Silence–Screaming (Tanka)

In silence–screaming

Something only I can hear

Urging me onward

Headlong into the unknown

A metaphysical quest

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Memories Dot Our Roadsides

Memories dot our roadsides,

Highway or rural it matters not.

Monuments hammered with tears serve as reminders,

Whitewashed, makeshift,

Adorned in faded flowers,

Bleached to muted hues by the noonday sun.

At times dressed with images,

Perhaps names or signs–loves of their lives;

Each one a silent storyteller.

Embarrassed, I often pass without offering a sympathetic glance,

Too consumed with my own circumstance to take notice.

This is not out of cruelty,

Nor is it for a lack of compassion,

But instead due to the chaos of everyday life.

Still–upon further reflection, I wonder…

Whose daughter, son, mother, father were they?

What story do they have to tell,

What were their hopes and dreams,

Are those left behind coping?

Questions are these for which I have no answer.

A solitary cross marks a souls final earthly moment,

Pleading to be noticed and remembered.

I hope to take the time, if only a moment

To wish their spirits well

And to pray for closure for those left behind.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Dear Son (Haiku)

Dear son–a man now

I must learn to let you go

~~ You have seen so much

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Privy to Others Conversations (Sonnet)

Privy to others conversations, my ears are burning,

Listening to the incessant feeding of negatives hunger.

Voraciously seeking the sympathy, they’re yearning,

Causing me to wince, my nerves they shudder.

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Perpetuating hatred–conspiracy under guise of neutrality,

Practicing not what they publicly preach.

Choosing instead to live a different reality,

One that’s close-minded, but so in their reach.

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Why is it that man prefers deafness, to be blind,

Rather than change the narrowness of anuninformed course.

Archaic is their thinking of the most ignorant kind,

Thinking they can change others, spewing shallow discourse.

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If only they would look inside to goodness buried deep within,

No place could vile hatred hide, the world’s healing would begin.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Does The Grass Strain To Grow (Tanka)

Does grass strain to grow

Fighting against its nature

No–it simply sprouts

Doing by perfect design

Just as we are born to do

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~