Secondhand whispers
Softly, rhythmically droning
Fleeting in countdown
Too busy–we wish them gone
That is until the drone stops
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: future
Look At Our Future
Look at our future.
Will it be one of terror
Frightening our young
Or will it be one of hope.
Shouldn’t it be obvious?
I question mankind,
So very illogical
In his foolish ways.
Repeating failed history
With the very same results.
So lets march our way
On this road to destruction
Like the sheep we are;
Believing all that we hear
Into the fateful abyss.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What’s Our Future Hold (Tanka)
What’s our future hold
My only hope is for peace
Peace for our children
Look into their guiltless eyes
How could you pull the trigger
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hidden Amongst Ash
Hidden amongst ash
Bones and memories still thrive;
Haunting the living,
Choosing not to let them go
They are invited to stay.
We welcome them in
Sharing with them–our futures,
Our hopes and our dreams,
Only to be left in chains
Imprisoned by our dark past.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Each Tick Of The Clock (Tanka)
Each tick of the clock
Signifies a new “present”
No past, no future
There is only this moment
Why not make the most of it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Grand Plans
Grand plans, so many have I had,
Scribbled on scrap paper,
Bled onto soggy bar napkins,
Etched into the walls of my mind
As you, I’m sure have likewise done.
Isn’t this our way?
A human fault, or perhaps a gift depending on one’s perspective.
These dreams, this plan is what makes our time so glorious,
For without these, our finite period would be mundane.
I can not imagine another breath without them.
We must fuel the flames of hope, nurture our deepest desires,
Those that keep us moving forward into every new day,
Isn’t this our way?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our Future – A Tanka
Lay your head down child
Know that you are our future
Your shoulders hunching
Punishment for excesses
We were too weak to curtail
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sentimentality And Longing
Sentimentality and longing–drowning
In a sea of what was.
Knowing that one can never go back
To childhood,
To before grandma died,
Before the loss of grandpa,
Before any of the idiotic decisions we make
During the folly of our youth and beyond.
The impossibility of this is obvious;
Time only marches forward,
Steady and resolute in its determination.
Leaving us, if we choose to stay,
in the dust and cobwebs of our past.
One must ask, “To what end?”
To be passed…
By opportunities for love,
The love of family,
All the good that life has to offer.
A life of misery,
A life of hoping for what was,
What can never be,
This is the fate of so many.
Living in sorrow, void of hope,
Void of happiness,
Drowning–in sentimentality and longing.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Uncomfortable Skin – A Tanka
Uncomfortable skin
Wrapping unknown destiny
Who am I to be
A question answered at death
By looking back at our life
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
These Paths We Travel
These paths we travel
Restless into the unknown
Eager and anxious
Begging the deepest question
What lies at the roadways end
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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