Pain Of Loss – A Triolet

The pain of loss doth help one grow,

Though for a time a seeming lie.

— A truth of life one surely knows

The pain of loss doth help one grow,

In time tears departed surely show,

   That living breaks deaths scheming lie

The pain of loss doth help one grow,

Though for a time a seeming lie?

                          ~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

AUTHORS NOTE: I thought I would give a new (old) form of poetry a try.  This form is called a triolet and dates back to 13th century France.

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What Does Not Kill Us – A Tanka

What does not kill us

Makes us stronger so they say

The heart disagrees

Love makes us suffer to grow

Before we are freed

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Criticism

Criticism,

Painful at first blush,

Until you peel away the layers,

Exposing a vulnerable core,

Where some bit of truth lies,

The abrasion is only momentary,

Shallow and unremarkable,

Healing once embraced,

Allowing growth of mind and spirit,

Reinventing that which faltered,

Strengthening all that we are.

 

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~