Sky–clear glass ceiling
One can almost see heaven
Clean and bright above
Passing from life into death
Could this be what it looks like
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
A Heart Thrashing…Sleepless (Sonnet)
A heart thrashing to the sound of the owls who,
Plagued with anxiety and exhaustion–the covers drawn.
Clutching and clawing at me every once in a blue,
I lie awake lock-jawed by this infernal yawning.
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Sleep–sweet sleep evades this troubadours brain,
Locked in battle with evasive slumber.
Constant swordplay wearies and drains;
Praying for conscious fade to black and umber.
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Tortured sleepless by jailers masochistic,
For hour upon hour seemingly without end.
Hopes of escape deemed deeply unrealistic,
No longer this life do I care to defend.
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What is one to do about this self-imposed draw-and-quartering,
But take broadsword in hand for the sandmans slaughtering.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Prompt: Sleepless
Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet – Tuesday’s Thinking 10 December Writing Prompt
It Occurred to Me (Sonnet)
It occurred to me–a mystery of sorts,
How inward and outward my image became.
I think through others witty retorts,
They’ve morphed the person they know by name.
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Is this not how we all evolved,
Our identities molded by family and friends?
Who we were born is not who we’ve resolved;
Veering off our path for one that bends.
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Rules of life, though they often change
Undeniably forming our moral core
Relations with others and loves they arrange
Knowing right from wrong they ensure
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Perhaps it would have been easier to leave me to fate
Than to manufacture a me into this limbotic state.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Little More Time (Tanka)
“A little more time”
The prayer with each passing day…
With every second
Until it runs out
Watching hopes–dreams fade away
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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I Found Myself Staring
I found myself staring,
Looking into a forest of festive lights;
Twinkling–red, green, blue, white.
The cold was forgotten,
Replaced by warmth and peace.
When I awoke…
Standing as a statue
Dusk seemed brighter,
It’s colors more vibrant,
A sense of joy filled my heart.
I was bathed in the spirit,
A renewed man.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Everything is New (Haiku)
Newness of the world
Simple things eyed with wonder
Childs innocence
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Taste of Blame (Sonnet)
Bitter and nauseating is the taste of blame
Often stirred by our misguided spirit–ego.
Detesting others with fortune and fame
Until ones jealousy doth flourishing, grows.
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Little good does it serve to another accuse;
Rotting heart and soul to the core.
Resulting in pain and the minds terrible abuse,
Living in darkness ‘til every fiber doth abhor.
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Does harboring this envy, one deadly sin
Heal what you view as improper nay unjust?
This frailty so human caused all ills begin
Diminishing our ability to trust.
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What profit can be gained from hatred ingrained,
But to torture our souls until loves power doth refrain.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
December Seventh (Tanka)
December Seventh
Pearl Harbor was attacked
Do they still teach this
Or has it been lost to years
And the holiday season
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heartfelt Forgiveness (Tanka)
Heartfelt forgiveness
Should be our aspiration
Not just empty words
The lesson passed before us
I hope we weren’t distracted
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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