Fish out of water we are;
Acting courageously in the face of the unknown.
The mother bonds throughout the nine months,
Her instincts ingrained at birth.
Even though we put on the bravest of faces,
Reality and confusion set in…welcome to fatherhood.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Aldgate to Liverpool Street by Caroline Hall
A frantic blur,
The speed of life,
My mind a slur,
Full of stress and strife.
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Like a fast moving train,
While staring straight,
Outrunning the brain,
Leaves a confused state.
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Hustle and bustle obscure our view,
With too many things on our plate,
Clouding our judgement the mind is confused,
Chaos will result as our fate.
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Slow down the pace or surely implode,
As our bodies are drained of their senses,
Or even worse yet our heads may explode,
Evicting the stress it dispenses.
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What would result if we choose not to comply,
Our health and sanity will suffer,
Leaving our body and mind here to die,
From which we can never recover.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Prompt: Jerermy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 21 April
Caligula though tyrant he be, is not so unlike my chaotic mind,
Burned to the ground like Nero’s Rome, a cure oh so difficult to find.
Cries to the almighty gods, heaven sent go unanswered,
Eating at my senses and sanity like a cancer.
Why is it that the clarity of thought so often goes awry
When focus eludes me no matter how I try.
Is this a curse–a symptom of a troubled body and soul,
I know not, still it leaves me feeling less than whole.
Most fortunate to me is that it never long lasts,
A matter of hours or days is all it takes to pass.
Yet this is of no less a concern and satisfies me little,
Stunting my spirit like knife to wood wittle.
Alone I am not of this I am certain,
As this diatribe ends and I bring down the curtain.
Praying that soon this too will vanish,
Returning to me clarity from whence it was banished.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scatter-brained fury
Whirlwind– chaotic thought
Focus forfeited
Words, trapped behind a gauntlet
On a pothole laden road
Poetic nightmare…
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Answers–sought after for a lifetime,
Ebbing and flowing,
Never concrete.
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Arms outstretched,
We reach…reaching…
Still always just out of our grasp.
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Ignorant, we think our quest has ended,
Circumstances change,
What once was gospel dissipates.
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We think ourselves wise,
But mere fools are we,
Not knowing that we know nothing.
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Time has proven our innocent arrogance,
Dumbfounded,
We lumber on.
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Still this is not new to mankind,
As antiquity portends,
Locked in this eternal struggle.
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In our end we may finally realize,
We are not so unlike those that came before,
Seeking, yet failing to understand what this all means.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Confusion…
Cacophony of sights and sounds
Soupy mixture
A distasteful bombardment
Inescapable…
Every turn a stone wall
Pounding and punishing
Piercing flesh
Drawing blood
Fracturing bone
Draining every last drop of energy
Pushing back
Nothing but resistance
Drenched in sweat
Eyes sting
Bloodshot from strain
Head in hands
Driven to tears
Trapped…
Beaten into submission
Giving up
You win
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’ve looked within me
Trying to understand life
Yet still it eludes
Wisdom has not come with age
I know less each passing day
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Trapped,
Caught between the here and the hereafter,
Struggling for balance,
One that never comes,
Placating beings unseen,
In hopes of eternity,
Uncertain of belief or disbelief,
Wanting to live for today,
Distressed over what’s after tomorrow,
Something out of grasp,
Held back, but from what,
Myth, legend, some grand fairy tale,
Trapped between faith and science,
Trapped until I reach tomorrow.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Being pulled from side-to-side,
My mind,
A menagerie of disjointed thought.
Attempts at composure,
An act of self-deprecation,
Leading me further into disarray.
What do I do?
Emotions have no focus,
Every path a winding dead end.
Holding me back,
Racked between chaos and cognition,
Drowning in confusion.
I urge myself to take a breath,
Empty my tortured mind,
If only for a night.
Hoping for thoughts to regain composure,
I know this too shall pass,
It always does.
In the meantime,
Wallowing in this mire, that is my mind,
I will wait.
Dom DiFrancesco 