The Blink Of An Eye

The blink of an eye

O’ the marvels of nature

Enough time to kill

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Does Shedding Of Tears (Tanka)

Does shedding of tears

Show a man’s human weakness

How sad the question

Emotional detachment

Dictated by our culture


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Today – A Ghazal

O’ my love, why must I suffer this hell today.

Like so many days before, I fell today.

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I’m trying to move on, but my heart won’t allow,

It’s afraid I’ll forget you if I quell today.

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Your passing lives on in my blood and my bones,

Like a mystic potion I’m under it’s spell today.

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Without you my sweet I am no longer whole,

Subsisting as nothing but a broken shell today.

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Tonight I will drop to my knees and I’ll pray

That pain can be confined to it’s cell today.

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Through tears in my eyes, for comfort I look.

There is no one to whom I can tell today.

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So with a heart that is heavy Dom must wish you goodnight,

I’ll bid you adieu and farewell today.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I have to say that this is the toughest poetic form that I have tried to date.  It requires a great deal of forethought to have it make sense and yet I still am not sure if I succeeded.  If you want to give a new form a try, this might be the one to put you to the test.  It certainly tested me.

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FORM: Ghazal – (Pronunciation: “guzzle”) Originally an Arabic verse form dealing with loss and romantic love, medieval Persian poets embraced the ghazal, eventually making it their own. Consisting of syntactically and grammatically complete couplets, the form also has an intricate rhyme scheme. Each couplet ends on the same word or phrase (the radif), and is preceded by the couplet’s rhyming word (the qafia, which appears twice in the first couplet). The last couplet includes a proper name, often of the poet’s. In the Persian tradition, each couplet was of the same meter and length, and the subject matter included both erotic longing and religious belief or mysticism.

This Blanket Of Snow

This blanket of snow,

Holds no greater chill than that of my soul,

Tangled in frigid fingers of emotion,

Drowning in a veritable ocean,

Whose frothy foam I call home.

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I ask not for your sympathy,

Desire not your empathy,

This road I must travel alone,

A path my heart to me has shown,

Until my thirst has been sated.

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To struggle forth and never find,

Reeks with havoc a fragile mind,

Constantly reaching to dull the pain,

No matter how subtle to keep me sane,

Darkness hides the tears I grieve.

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Let not this smile I outward show,

Mislead you that I carefree go,

Buried deep within sullen core,

Bolted and locked the iron door,

My feelings trapped in dungeon black.

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I pray one day to find the key,

To let in light so that I might see,

The gift of worth in this life I’ve led,

Before I join the cold stone dead,

On a sea of stark eternity.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Scarred

Scars, fresh raised and red

Born of stainless razors edge

Bleed…to make me feel

Numb, I do not understand

What flawed design produced me

Sleeves long– Hide the shame

Attempts for naught this hollow fill

Am I all alone

Left to cut and poke and prod

To wake up the walking dead

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~