Looking across the field
Sun blinding me
I’m in a trance,
Mesmerized by the grassy wave.
How did I get to this place
Where so much promise lies before me,
Yet believing the best is already behind?
With each step I trample the tender shoots,
Very much like my dreams…
At one time flowing freely
Bending with the wind,
Now ground back into the earth
From which they were born.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sorrow fills my heart
For the loss of one so young
Gone before his time
.
~~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ravaged by the years
Bodies surrender to time
Winter of our lives
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Racism lives on
Examples emerge daily
On the local news
Has anything really changed
Except the wall calendar
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Forced into uselessness
Our society deems them a nuisance
Retiring them to the annals of history
Gone are the days they were revered
Only a culture of arrogance would discard their wisdom
Trusting instead in the coldness of technology
This is our way, leaving them out in the cold
Entombing them before their time
Never seeing beyond the length of their years
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shoulder to shoulder;
Ricocheting in pinball
Fashion…I’m alone.
Invisible to the hoard,
I am left almost breathless.
Would they notice my
absence. It seems unlikely
For such a small fish.
This sea called humanity
Shows its prey little mercy.
Swallowing it whole,
Spitting out the blood and bones,
It’s carnivorous.
Perhaps this truly is my fate
To fall victim to my fears.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shoot first…too common
Racism alive and well
Rise of the old south
Were it not for video
The Blue Wall would have stood firm
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Clawing and scratching
Old Man Winter fights for life
Nature defies him
~~
What dreams have the trees
Except to brighten this world
Seasons perfection
~~
Buds are rays of hope
Each one a promising life
Springtime’s renewal
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Linked to the prompt over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Ha.
Tiny opponents
Challenge to staring contest
Birds on windowsill
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Web of the spider
Miraculous and deadly
In its complex weave
A Hunter extraordinaire
Cloaked in beautiful fabric
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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