Tag Archives: writing

A Story Calls Me (Tanka)

A story calls me
Begging to be written down
Fragments of a tale
Perhaps one day it will meld
Into a true masterpiece

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Absent Though Not Gone

Absent though not gone

A temporary reprieve

Enjoy my silence

Though unlikely to last long

I’ll be back with a vengeance

Time for regrouping

Collecting all of my thoughts

A tidy bundle

Set to explode on the page

For the world at large to see


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Storm Rages On (Haiku)

The storm rages on
Drowning out the voice within
~~ Helpless to fight it
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pondering The Path Of My Oft Written Word (Sonnet)

Pondering the path of my oft written word,

So much of my ink reeks of despair.

Wallowing in pity and the ills of this world,

Finding negativity to be very unfair.

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Feeding and nurturing causes nothing but harm,

Perpetuating sadness to a greater degree.

Raising awareness and causing alarm,

Missing the good in all that I see.

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Regret fills my heart for its adverse contribution,

Changing its path is my journey of life.

Believing in love instead of divine retribution,

Destined for virtue not sorrow and strife.

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Sustaining the horrors of this world denies change,

Perpetual harm and devastation does it arrange.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

These Words (Tanka)

These words are my own
One man’s view of this world
Offered in earnest
Like a father to his child
They are given out of love
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Do Words Affect Change

Do words affect change

Cause joy, pain, devastation

Linger in silence

Long after they’ve been uttered

Encouraging further thought

Is life made better

Uncertain futures improved

Or are they just words

Sounds vibrating through the air

Ink purposefully strewn

Blotting out the white

Filling meaningless canvas

Do words affect change

I certainly think they do

Or all of this is for naught

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

You

When writing of you

Perplexed am I to the form.

No mold can contain you.

So much of life is a Parody,

Laughing at your ingrained silliness,

The mischievousness of your smile,

Twinkling eyes with a smoldering fire.

Haiku’s genteel nature is far too small,

Sister Tanka tries to express,

But her attention is much too short.

Perhaps an Ode would suffice

For flattery is your just due,

Ensued by inevitable embarrassment.

I could venture to sum your essence

Through the singularity of an Acrostic

Though this would scarcely scratch the surface.

Perhaps Triolet would be more fitting,

For none too often can I express the depth of my love;

Repetition surely would serve as reminder.

Even with all these

None can capture your unrestrained spirit,

The flow of you through space and time.

I will not try to confine you, that would be unfair.

Instead I will let you spread your wings

Writing your own verse

In the form of…

Free.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Labors Of Love

Labors of love like a warm breeze caress,

Softening edges worn rough by duress,

Seeking to bleed by releasing the soul,

Preventing it from suffocating in tortured black hole.

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Quill as my sword toward battle I go,

What awaits up ahead I do not yet know,

But brilliant or poor unique it must be,

When a mind is consoled and it’s spirit set free.

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Words as a weapon through ink that is laid,

Or passion unleashed in love that’s forbade,

Perhaps shrouded in mystery with nary a clue,

Or cringing in darkness in terror we’re drew.

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Poet’s imagine with the most subtle prose,

No subject off limits, as anything goes,

Photo or painting both classics of art,

One modern, one ancient, endeared by the heart.

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What poison is picked to us matters not,

May last an eternity and ne’er be forgot,

That future generations might enjoy what we loved,

Knowing we’re remembered as we look down from above.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Stories – A Tanka

Stories fill my mind

Plot and character consume

Writing is a drug

No less addictive than crack

and no less of a life changer

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~~ Dominic R  DiFrancesco ~~

Scatter-brained

Scatter-brained fury

Whirlwind– chaotic thought

Focus forfeited

Words, trapped behind a gauntlet

On a pothole laden road

Poetic nightmare…

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~