Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
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 ~~
SLEEPER OF THE WILDWOOD FUGUE
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The final champion stirs and reaches out to any who can hear her voice. Yet all who heed her call will disappear into the misty fugue.
Awakening their new ally is only the beginning as Luke, Nyx, and their friends head south to the desert city of Bor’daruk. Hunting for another temple once used to seal Baron Kernaghan, they are unaware that the game of destiny has changed. Out for blood and pain, Stephen is determined to make Luke wish he’d never set out to become a hero.
By the time the sun sets on Bor’daruk, minds will be shattered and the champions’ lives will be changed forever.
Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the
house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.
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Website: www.charleseyallowitz.com
Racism lives on
Examples emerge daily
On the local news
Has anything really changed
Except the wall calendar
.
~~ 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
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Clawing and scratching
Old Man Winter fights for life
Nature defies him
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What dreams have the trees
Except to brighten this world
Seasons perfection
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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 ~~
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